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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fidafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12938378401098406475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRYmNo9Tq7I/SE-O04sPsuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBglcjIfN00/S220/IMG_9313.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066180289464484527.post-456169108112144817</id><published>2009-05-05T07:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T07:16:10.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's already a month since we separated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I tried so hard to suppress my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Divert my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Keep myself busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;But at the end of the day, I still think of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;How do you deal with such a conflict when you can't even deal with yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"You said move on, where do i go?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I just felt that things were fine before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What made you do this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;How could you bring yourself to do this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When did you come to think of doing this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Which things have said or did not say or do or did not do that made you feel like you should end us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You make it seem so simple but look at what you've done to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Look at what you've done to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Baby, you are given a choice - You can choose to leave me and focus on your work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;you can choose to deal with me and your work and still work things out. Apparently you chose the first option and let me go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wonder how has this decision changed you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What have you benefit from this decision?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6066180289464484527-456169108112144817?l=prettydirtywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtywords.blogspot.com/feeds/456169108112144817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtywords.blogspot.com/2009/05/first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066180289464484527/posts/default/456169108112144817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066180289464484527/posts/default/456169108112144817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtywords.blogspot.com/2009/05/first.html' title='First.'/><author><name>Fidafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12938378401098406475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRYmNo9Tq7I/SE-O04sPsuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBglcjIfN00/S220/IMG_9313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066180289464484527.post-7673118068395914042</id><published>2009-04-26T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:29:17.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it's not so clear right now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I feel like I'm hanging from a thread. I can climb back up. Though, it's not so secure. Or i can just keep hanging on till the thread snaps. It just seems so uncertain now. I feel so confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;God, please show me a sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6066180289464484527-7673118068395914042?l=prettydirtywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtywords.blogspot.com/feeds/7673118068395914042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtywords.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-its-not-so-clear-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066180289464484527/posts/default/7673118068395914042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066180289464484527/posts/default/7673118068395914042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtywords.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-its-not-so-clear-right-now.html' title='And it&apos;s not so clear right now.'/><author><name>Fidafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12938378401098406475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRYmNo9Tq7I/SE-O04sPsuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBglcjIfN00/S220/IMG_9313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066180289464484527.post-3552788118451221186</id><published>2009-04-25T10:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:33:36.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd week notice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My life is not stagnant. It never will be. There are constant challenges everyday, everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm still learning to deal with. Suppressing it. Facing it. Feeling it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Everyday i put on a mask. A different mask each day. One which shows me genuinely smiling on day 1. One that shows me smiling for the sake of smiling on day 2. I do choose to be happy. But there's that bit of me which is like solid diamond. Can't be broken or changed or shaped. It's just there. And it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I feel stupid sometimes. I'm sorry. I just don't think I can move on yet. The pain still lingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Every single day. Anything that reminds me of you triggers me. It pinches my feelings. I am such a mess but i don't show it. I'm trying hard to suppress it. But sometimes i just can't do it anymore. I can't take it. Though at times i manage to gather some strength to deal with things, right now, i just don't know if i can do it anymore. I'm not in denial. Just that i am still overwhelmed with disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And i can't bring myself to bargain in this situation. I feel like I'm the left hand who lost my partner - the right hand. And now I'm hurting cause I realised that i can't clap anymore. I'm still learning to ease the pain. I feel like a tidal wave of hurt and conflict and sadness just hit me. And I'm still under the waves but when i scream for help, no one could hear me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Talk about irony. I'm doing conflict management right now. And i can't even deal with my own issues. I can't get over you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You know, this is not a win-win situation. I feel that it's a lose-lose situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And it's not doing me any good at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't see this doing good for you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You're just immersed in work so that you don't think of me too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But i know you do. I didn't just know you yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Every time i see a KR outside, it triggers me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Every time i look at your picture, it triggers me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Every time i read your messages, it triggers me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Last Wednesday on the 22nd, it triggered me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't know how to deal with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know i have to try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But it's too hard for me right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I just can't get over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Not now.&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/6066180289464484527-3552788118451221186?l=prettydirtywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtywords.blogspot.com/feeds/3552788118451221186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtywords.blogspot.com/2009/04/3rd-week-notice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066180289464484527/posts/default/3552788118451221186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066180289464484527/posts/default/3552788118451221186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtywords.blogspot.com/2009/04/3rd-week-notice.html' title='3rd week notice.'/><author><name>Fidafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12938378401098406475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRYmNo9Tq7I/SE-O04sPsuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBglcjIfN00/S220/IMG_9313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066180289464484527.post-6678234294351778146</id><published>2009-04-06T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:24:20.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story goes..</title><content type='html'>I wish it didn't happen.&lt;div&gt;I wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost someone i really love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, it's better to have love and lost then never to have loved at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"kini kau bersayap pergilah terbang, rentaslah langit cita-citamu..." Selamat ulang tahun sayang by Imran Ajmain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066180289464484527-6678234294351778146?l=prettydirtywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtywords.blogspot.com/feeds/6678234294351778146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtywords.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066180289464484527/posts/default/6678234294351778146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066180289464484527/posts/default/6678234294351778146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtywords.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-goes.html' title='The story goes..'/><author><name>Fidafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12938378401098406475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRYmNo9Tq7I/SE-O04sPsuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBglcjIfN00/S220/IMG_9313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066180289464484527.post-1341749431570246330</id><published>2009-03-27T21:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:36:40.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close call.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's all around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It happens &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;any day&lt;/span&gt;, anytime, anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And recently it's been sort of haunting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;After watching a movie about death last Saturday, there was somewhat a series of events that followed. On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;, one of hubby's friend passed away. And that friend was my cousin's friend's sis. Well that was just the beginning. On Tuesday, our dear school senior - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haikal&lt;/span&gt;, passed away. I was really taken aback by the news. It was hard to actually accept the fact. On Wednesday, one of hubby's relative passed away. Gosh, 3 deaths in 3 straight days. I was pretty freaked out. And yesterday while on the way home from school, I almost got hit by a cab. But thanks to my lovely friend, she managed to pull me away just in time. The cab was so close. SO CLOSE. PHEW! Thanks to my lovely friend Byte:) And  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;syukur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt; i am safe. Thank you Allah for saving my life and reminding me how precious life is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Till then, I have to work on my assignment and start my revision for my exam! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6066180289464484527-1341749431570246330?l=prettydirtywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtywords.blogspot.com/feeds/1341749431570246330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtywords.blogspot.com/2009/03/close-call_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066180289464484527/posts/default/1341749431570246330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066180289464484527/posts/default/1341749431570246330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtywords.blogspot.com/2009/03/close-call_27.html' title='Close call.'/><author><name>Fidafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12938378401098406475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRYmNo9Tq7I/SE-O04sPsuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBglcjIfN00/S220/IMG_9313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066180289464484527.post-7549120275693739712</id><published>2009-03-22T10:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:04:20.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Spread out beautifully on the horizon was the sunset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The sky had a deep glow of orange which turned brighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Spread all over the sky like a magnificent painting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Then it turned a deep red. Swallowing the orange life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And it was gone soon enough and it started to drizzle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Such a breath taking view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm feeling so sleepy right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Departures is such an amazing movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's been ages since i watched a movie which made me cry so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sometimes it seems as if we live aimlessly until something hits us and we go.."What the hell have I been doing all this while?.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Have a beautiful Sunday:)&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/6066180289464484527-7549120275693739712?l=prettydirtywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtywords.blogspot.com/feeds/7549120275693739712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtywords.blogspot.com/2009/03/glory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066180289464484527/posts/default/7549120275693739712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066180289464484527/posts/default/7549120275693739712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtywords.blogspot.com/2009/03/glory.html' title='Glory.'/><author><name>Fidafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12938378401098406475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRYmNo9Tq7I/SE-O04sPsuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBglcjIfN00/S220/IMG_9313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066180289464484527.post-4389518071826973829</id><published>2009-03-20T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:11:55.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uber sleepy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;GOSH! I'm quite disappointed with the job fair at Suntec Convention Centre today..I only managed to register my resume at Great Eastern. I was expecting so much more today. Perhaps my expectations were too high? Anyway, i woke up at 8 and took my time to get ready. Ended up having breakfast outside and taking the rebound train to Pasir Ris then to City Hall. And I'm glad my cousin and I did just that. Arrived around 11.15am. Met my friend at City Hall and we set off with our high hopes to the job fair. It was slightly crowded there. It's like there are more people exiting then entering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Well, it doesn't matter now. At least i was motivated to go. And I still have some motivation to spur me on to get a job. Seems like my friend an I are pretty desperate for a job. I've been jobless for over a month now. I don't like the feeling of not having a job at all! *sulks* Well, I'll just have to try harder and keep on trying! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;On another note, I notice many weird teen trends now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sometimes I get criticized for being in this generation - widely known as Generation Y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Y for YOUTH/YOUNG..I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Like a Malay saying - One droplet of dye ruins a whole bucket of milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Some teens aren't as bad as you think. Smart and innovative. With fine character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Like old sayings - You can't judge a book by it's cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Teens are human beings too you know. We have EMOTIONS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It might be that our hormones are raging and we have have the tendency to do stupid/irritating/irrational things. We need some guidance and support from others to lead us to the right path. I'm sure some time ago you were a teen yourself. And you might be thinking, "Gosh..I can never forget that time when I was doing this back when i was a teen..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Every adult has been through that phase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But to think of it, you'll also be thinking.."During my time, I wasn't like this..what's gotten into teens right now?" And who is the one to blame you ask? Well, I DON'T KNOW? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;What do you think?&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/6066180289464484527-4389518071826973829?l=prettydirtywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtywords.blogspot.com/feeds/4389518071826973829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtywords.blogspot.com/2009/03/uber-sleepy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066180289464484527/posts/default/4389518071826973829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066180289464484527/posts/default/4389518071826973829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtywords.blogspot.com/2009/03/uber-sleepy.html' title='Uber sleepy.'/><author><name>Fidafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12938378401098406475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRYmNo9Tq7I/SE-O04sPsuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBglcjIfN00/S220/IMG_9313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066180289464484527.post-7473754672717217278</id><published>2009-03-19T13:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:30:46.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phase one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm finally back. My old blog is already dead. So many things happened while I've not blogged. I've had closer bonds with my classmates, lost my job, learned to be happier and loved food even more! ;) I'm trying to put my free time to fruitful things.. just that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; kinda broke. So figuring out what to do.....for free! =) and still job hunting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;There are a few things in mind which I'd love to overcome but lack the courage.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1) Play hotel 626 with no distractions. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2)Overcome my fear of heights....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Well, that's all i can think of right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And if you have no plans this week or weekend..and feel like watching something scary..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Coming Soon ain't that bad.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Go catch it at cinemas! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Or for a cheaper alternative, gather some friends, hitch a ride and go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ghost hunting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Till then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; off to have lunch. =)&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/6066180289464484527-7473754672717217278?l=prettydirtywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtywords.blogspot.com/feeds/7473754672717217278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtywords.blogspot.com/2009/03/phase-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066180289464484527/posts/default/7473754672717217278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066180289464484527/posts/default/7473754672717217278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtywords.blogspot.com/2009/03/phase-one.html' title='Phase one.'/><author><name>Fidafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12938378401098406475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRYmNo9Tq7I/SE-O04sPsuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBglcjIfN00/S220/IMG_9313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066180289464484527.post-4151176350297649142</id><published>2009-02-13T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:02:29.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doubt.</title><content type='html'>Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday the 13th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066180289464484527-4151176350297649142?l=prettydirtywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtywords.blogspot.com/feeds/4151176350297649142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtywords.blogspot.com/2009/02/doubt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066180289464484527/posts/default/4151176350297649142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066180289464484527/posts/default/4151176350297649142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtywords.blogspot.com/2009/02/doubt.html' title='doubt.'/><author><name>Fidafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12938378401098406475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRYmNo9Tq7I/SE-O04sPsuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mBglcjIfN00/S220/IMG_9313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
