<?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-6645027732875966584</id><updated>2011-08-06T20:07:48.890+08:00</updated><category term='haters'/><category term='bestie'/><category term='housemates'/><category term='tag'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='myself'/><category term='Home'/><category term='family'/><category term='tHem'/><category term='Love'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>The New Chapter of TyAdi~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-7936292202315719198</id><published>2011-05-19T04:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T04:41:14.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tHem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Hey hey hey..&lt;br&gt; have not been updating really2 long..&lt;br&gt; anyways; got a new life..&lt;br&gt;New people..&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;same besties that will never change&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br&gt; Love them really much..&lt;br&gt;AND alsooo..a new &lt;strong&gt;boyfie&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br&gt; Yes yes I know..&lt;br&gt;I've been changing boyfies all the time..&lt;br&gt;Well I just hope that this one stays..&lt;br&gt;hehehe..&lt;br&gt;His name is &lt;strong&gt;Adi Nazreen Abdul Ghaffar&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br&gt;He is 25 this year.&lt;br&gt; He's a freelance photographer and working fulltime at HP; Cyberjaya.&lt;br&gt; Fine fine fine enough about him...&lt;br&gt;hahaha..&lt;br&gt;Well, we got everything planned out and as we hope to go as planned.&lt;br&gt;Will update again soon..&lt;br&gt;See yah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645027732875966584-7936292202315719198?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/feeds/7936292202315719198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645027732875966584&amp;postID=7936292202315719198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/7936292202315719198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/7936292202315719198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-5852895345103221431</id><published>2010-08-31T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T16:01:35.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melaka..</title><content type='html'>A night in melaka brings all the memories in UiTM with Nym..&lt;br&gt;the moments that will always be cherish..&lt;br&gt;the good the bad and the ugly time we had together..&lt;br&gt;I miss you babe..&lt;br&gt;I miss those times we had..&lt;br&gt;and that was like before you got married right..&lt;br&gt;huhuw..&lt;br&gt;I was at the spot that we took pictures..&lt;br&gt;the spot when we chilled till we were tired..&lt;br&gt;i had soo much fun you know..&lt;br&gt;i miss it..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645027732875966584-5852895345103221431?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/feeds/5852895345103221431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645027732875966584&amp;postID=5852895345103221431&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/5852895345103221431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/5852895345103221431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2010/08/melaka.html' title='Melaka..'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-7136031615950458383</id><published>2010-08-28T11:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T11:13:37.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe it..!</title><content type='html'>I believe that everything happens for a reason..&lt;br&gt;People change so that you can learn to let go,&lt;br&gt;Things go wrong so that you can appreciate them when they're right,&lt;br&gt;You believe lies so that you'll eventually learn to trust no one but yourself,&lt;br&gt;And sometimes good things falls apart so that better things can fall together..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everything in life changes you in some way even the smallest things..&lt;br&gt;If you don't accept these changes,&lt;br&gt;You don't accept yourself..&lt;br&gt;For through these changes brings you new and greater things to you,&lt;br&gt;Making you wiser as time progresses..&lt;br&gt;To avoid these changes is a loss..&lt;br&gt;You live your life only once..&lt;br&gt;Do not waste a minute of it avoiding things..&lt;br&gt;Let them come to you,&lt;br&gt;And learn from them..&lt;br&gt;There is always tomorrow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645027732875966584-7136031615950458383?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-7227778582676787509</id><published>2010-02-10T19:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:09:54.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For those celebrating valentine's.. No offense though...</title><content type='html'>Just for fun. Tapi agak menyedihkan jika anda seorang lelaki yang mengalami nasib yang sama. Apapun jangan terlalu serious dengan ayat-ayat di dalamnya ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine hari tu ayang tanya tang mane kite sayang kat ayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time tu kite tak dapat nak jawab. Semalam ayang merajuk ngan kite, kite dah penat nak layan. Ayang call kat kite kite malas nak jawab. Tang mane erk kite sayang kat ayang? Semalaman kite duk pk soalan tu. Pernah ke? Maybe tak sedalam cinta Titanic atau Taj Mahal. Sayang kite kat ayang sangatla kerdil. Sebab tu la ayang selalu merajuk erk? Tak tahula, setahu kite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sebelum kite kenal kat ayang, setiap sem kite dapat Anugerah Dekan. Bile dah kenal ngan ayang, setiap sem kite repeat paper. Sebelum kenal ngan ayang kite belajar pakai duit biasiswa, lepas kenal ngan ayang, keluar makan lagi nak mintak duit ngan emak kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kalau ade 1 buah epal, kite bagi je kat ayang. Kalau ade 2 buah epal, kita bagi yang besar kat ayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kalau kite makan ikan, ayang makan tang badan ikan tu, kite pula makan tang kepala ikan tu je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ayang ni tak la cun sangat, tapi kite tak pernah kutuk ayang tak cun. Tapi kite yang hensem ni ayang lagi nak kutuk ngan member depan kite, kata kite tak hensem langsung. Eera Fazira berlalu depan mata, kite diam je. Takut kalau puji kang ayang marah. Mat Indon duk depan Sogo ayang gi ngorat time kite gi tandas. Siap mintak nombor tepon depan kite lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Kalau keluar ngan ayang, ayang slambe nak makan Starbucks, kite tipu kite dah kenyang, padahal bile dah sampai kat umah kite makan mee maggi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sebelum kenal ngan ayang., kite tak pernah ade girlfriend. Selepas ayang kenal ngan kite, genaplah koleksi ayang ada 20 boyfriend kesemuanya. Kite tak pernah marah ayang plagirl, dah tu ayang kata kite cam sami buddha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Kalau ayang rasa nak cium kite, ayang cium terus tak pernah tanya pun. Tapi bile kite rasa nak cium ayang, lepas tanye lagi nak kene reject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ayang selalu pukul dada kite, tampar muka kite, cubit peha kite, kite tak pernah tengking sekali pun, apatah lagi nak cubit, nak tampar, nak pukul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Pernah ayang tanya kalau ayang jatuh cinta ngan laki lain, kite nak buat ape. Kite kate kite nak bunuh laki tu. Tapi bile kite tanya kalau kite jatuh cinta kat pompuan lain, ayang nak buat ape, ayang kata nak bunuh kite, emak kite, ayah kite ngan nenek kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Kite beli mask Clinique ngan ayang harga RM300 kite kate harga RM30.. Ayang beli jam tangan kat kite harga RM30 ayang kate harga RM300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Setiap kali berjumpe kite bagi hadiah kat ayang, tapi setiap tahun birthday kite ayang kate dah lupe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Kite rosakkan headphone walkmen ayang, kite ganti satu discman baru. Ayang rosakkan kerete kite, ayang buat derk je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Sekali ayang demam, kite kene diet 2kg nak jaga ayang. Sekali kite demam, ayang tambah berat 2kg sebab abiskan makanan kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Kite tak pernah kata ayang pendek, ayang marah kite tinggi sangat, member ayang ketawakan ayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Ayang datang umah kite, kite tido sofa, kite datang umah ayang, kite gak yang tido kat sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Mak kite belikan rantai Tiffany ngan ayang. Mak ayang tak pernah ajak kite makan kat umah ayang walau sekalipun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Kucing umah kite bersalin, kite bagi anak kucing yang paling cute kat ayang, 2 hari je ayang bela, kucing tu dah mati. Ayang tak kate pa pe pun. Ayang bagi ikan emas yang dah dekat mati kat kite, 2 hari kite bela dah mati. Ayang kata nak bunuh semua anak kucing kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Ayang kalau nak pakai duit kite, terus ambil takyah bagitau. 30 ke 80 ke seratus ke selagi wallet kite ade duit. Aritu kite nak pinjam 10 ringgit sebab terlupe bawa wallet, ayang kate kite kedekut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Birthday ayang kite tak pernah terlupe. Birthday kite arini ayang tak pernah ingat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645027732875966584-7227778582676787509?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/feeds/7227778582676787509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645027732875966584&amp;postID=7227778582676787509&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/7227778582676787509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/7227778582676787509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-those-celebrating-valentines-no.html' title='For those celebrating valentine&apos;s.. No offense though...'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-8319477724009587588</id><published>2010-02-10T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:07:12.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine by Kina Grannis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love, it's a special day&lt;br /&gt;We should celebrate and appreciate&lt;br /&gt;That you and me found something pretty neat&lt;br /&gt;And I know some say this day is arbitrary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's a good excuse, put our love to use&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I...&lt;br /&gt;I will love you&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you, I'll love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, I don't need those things&lt;br /&gt;I don't need no ring&lt;br /&gt;I don't need anything&lt;br /&gt;But you with me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause in your company&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy, oh so happy and complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's a good excuse, put our love to use&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I...&lt;br /&gt;I will love you&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you, I'll love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's a good excuse, put our love to use&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I...&lt;br /&gt;I will love you&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you, I'll love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So won't you be my honey bee?&lt;br /&gt;Giving me kisses all the time&lt;br /&gt;Be mine, be my Valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So won't you be my honey bee?&lt;br /&gt;Giving sweet kisses all the time&lt;br /&gt;Be mine, be my Valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, be my Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-2404224657251982134</id><published>2009-12-15T18:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:57:33.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed..</title><content type='html'>Like nym said..there is somethings you can be obsessed about but certain things you can't really be obsessed with..since you've changed a lot I decided to ignore you no matter how bad I want to talk to you..I stop myself to doing it..I did tell you but you didn't get what I meant..you are just blinded with all the things you said and do..Think babe..We love you..We missed the old you..Just not the new you..You just really get on our nerves soo bad..whatever shit la weyh..&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WELL DONE LAH..!!TAKSUB..!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;p/s: tya just can't control her anger anymore!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645027732875966584-2404224657251982134?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/feeds/2404224657251982134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645027732875966584&amp;postID=2404224657251982134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/2404224657251982134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/2404224657251982134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2009/12/pissed.html' title='pissed..'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-5921866964344566360</id><published>2009-11-06T12:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:55:08.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A.A.R Concert Rawks!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Even though he had to work on a saturday..&lt;br /&gt;He still got us free passes to watch the concert...&lt;br /&gt;It was really crowded with their die-heart fans..&lt;br /&gt;U hardly even get a car park..&lt;br /&gt;We got around the concert even at the back stage..&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed it pretty much...&lt;br /&gt;It drizzled a bit but nothing could stop the concert..&lt;br /&gt;Tyson was a lil bit soft..&lt;br /&gt;They celebrated Halloween as well..&lt;br /&gt;The costume he was wearing is the typical Native American..&lt;br /&gt;The crowds were awesome..&lt;br /&gt;But what I don't get is that if u are wearing tudung why the hell are u even celebrating Halloween for..?&lt;br /&gt;As a Muslim, u aren't even supposed to even put on costumes and celebrated..&lt;br /&gt;Don't u learn religious teaching before..?&lt;br /&gt;Gosh..&lt;br /&gt;The world is turning around..&lt;br /&gt;Not to say that I know everything but no matter how bad I am I don't go celebrating it here and there..&lt;br /&gt;U are soo bringing down the name is Islam..&lt;br /&gt;Darn it!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-4195790889013004898</id><published>2009-11-05T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:34:25.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Fool..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Hey..&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what certificate u have aite..&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't bother me..&lt;br /&gt;So what if I knew what the word means..&lt;br /&gt;Does it bother u..?!&lt;br /&gt;Get a life dude!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not interfering in your so called "new life"..&lt;br /&gt;and I don't even give a fuck about u..&lt;br /&gt;So back off..!!&lt;br /&gt;What the hell are u thinking about talking behind my back..&lt;br /&gt;Wanna talk..?!&lt;br /&gt;Talk face to face then..&lt;br /&gt;COWARD..?!!!&lt;br /&gt;U just got no balls to confront is it..?!&lt;br /&gt;U think u got it all huh..?!&lt;br /&gt;Well, think twice before even thinking that way aite..&lt;br /&gt;U'r such an ass!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I so fucking hate u aite..&lt;br /&gt;Put it in your fucking mind that I don't  even care about u!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645027732875966584-4195790889013004898?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/feeds/4195790889013004898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645027732875966584&amp;postID=4195790889013004898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/4195790889013004898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/4195790889013004898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2009/11/fool.html' title='Fool..'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-2481031478963506750</id><published>2009-10-18T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:57:47.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tHem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Compromise</title><content type='html'>Love is not a given&lt;br /&gt;You’re not forgiven&lt;br /&gt;But we all easily submit&lt;br /&gt;You have forsaken&lt;br /&gt;What you have taken&lt;br /&gt;So we all still incomplete&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were playing a similar game&lt;br /&gt;And after these years it’s still been the same&lt;br /&gt;And you, of all people, still have your name&lt;br /&gt;What about compromise?I hold no disguise&lt;br /&gt;You should know better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not I don’t want you, I want you&lt;br /&gt;But I need you to be&lt;br /&gt;A little bit faithful and grateful and loyal to my needs&lt;br /&gt;Don’t think I was selfish, I was selfless&lt;br /&gt;And after all I’ve given you&lt;br /&gt;It’s not I don’t love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I try to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust is not an object&lt;br /&gt;You could reject&lt;br /&gt;But we all easily believe&lt;br /&gt;You have been waiting&lt;br /&gt;And all I’ve been saying “Please be there for me”&lt;br /&gt;It’s not like we got a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;I’ve yet to express to you all of my fears&lt;br /&gt;And while you have wasted all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;What about compromise?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I pay the price?&lt;br /&gt;Only you have the answers, answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m not perfect but I deserve respect&lt;br /&gt;And after all that’s said and done&lt;br /&gt;You remain the only one in my heart&lt;br /&gt;It’s not my ego&lt;br /&gt;But if you goI’d have so much to say&lt;br /&gt;Did we pick a good fight to prove who’s wrong and who’s right?&lt;br /&gt;Can we finally compromise?&lt;br /&gt;Can we at least talk about it?&lt;br /&gt;Can we at least compromise?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645027732875966584-2481031478963506750?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/feeds/2481031478963506750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645027732875966584&amp;postID=2481031478963506750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/2481031478963506750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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izzaTi!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 18th Birthday Jue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u r happy with ur birthday present n the surprise jep,pisang,farid n i gave u..&lt;br /&gt;I know it not that perfect and I failed to get apit to come back early but..&lt;br /&gt;It was fun isn't it..?&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload the pics in the next post..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;U dah besar kan skarang..&lt;br /&gt;U know what ur goals are..&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to tell u kan..?&lt;br /&gt;And always ingat who u got..&lt;br /&gt;U have nym,nia,iwien,i,jep,gory,ciko,pap and the rest of the people yang i xknl tp u knl..&lt;br /&gt;So, do take care of urself..&lt;br /&gt;I know u can do it..&lt;br /&gt;Good luck in your finals..&lt;br /&gt;Love u..&lt;br /&gt;We are always here for u when u need us aite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxo: Jep&amp;amp;Tya&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/6645027732875966584-5671736685274000382?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/feeds/5671736685274000382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645027732875966584&amp;postID=5671736685274000382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/5671736685274000382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/5671736685274000382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-julia-izzati.html' title='HAppy Birthday JuLiA izzaTi!!!'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-4393262202182574922</id><published>2009-08-25T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:04:38.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>New life..</title><content type='html'>life isn't the worst..&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;sooner or lateritwill be better..&lt;br /&gt;with besties around..&lt;br /&gt;can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645027732875966584-4393262202182574922?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/feeds/4393262202182574922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645027732875966584&amp;postID=4393262202182574922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/4393262202182574922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/4393262202182574922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-life.html' title='New life..'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-1048543645960760094</id><published>2009-07-16T08:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:59:44.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housemates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A day out with eyka n my cuzzy..</title><content type='html'>Had a a lot of fun yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;Eyka waited for me quite long..&lt;br /&gt;eheh..&lt;br /&gt;Sorry babe..&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with eyka..&lt;br /&gt;My cuzzy just followed us without buying anything..&lt;br /&gt;Middle of the month la kate  nye..&lt;br /&gt;hahah..&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner and we went back..&lt;br /&gt;Tension sume hilang sebab SHOPPING!!!&lt;br /&gt;wee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645027732875966584-1048543645960760094?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/feeds/1048543645960760094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645027732875966584&amp;postID=1048543645960760094&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/1048543645960760094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/1048543645960760094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-out-with-eyka-n-my-cuzzy.html' title='A day out with eyka n my cuzzy..'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-8841014287796298629</id><published>2009-07-12T03:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T03:23:20.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Tag by Wanie..</title><content type='html'>1. Nama bf/gf korang?&lt;br /&gt;Adi Nazreen Abdul Ghaffar&lt;br /&gt;2. Betul ke korunk syg bf/gf korunk nie?&lt;br /&gt;-Mestilah..maunye xsayang..hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;3. Antara kawan dan bf/gf korunk saper lg penting?-Both..&lt;br /&gt;4.Korunk dah jmpa family bf/gf korunk?&lt;br /&gt;-nope..not yet..&lt;br /&gt;5.Banyak mana korunk syg bf/gf korunk?&lt;br /&gt;-infinity..&lt;br /&gt;6. Pekara yg korunk xley lupa tentang bf/gf korunk?&lt;br /&gt;-1st tya jumpe dia.. hee..&lt;br /&gt;7. Pewangi yg bf/gf korunk pakai?&lt;br /&gt;-!million by Paco Robane..&lt;br /&gt;8. Nasihat korunk untuk bf/gf korunk?&lt;br /&gt;-Control your temp a bit more pls honey..huhuw..&lt;br /&gt;9. Kalau bf/gf korunk ada dsisi korunk skunk aper korunk nk wat?-Buat ape2 yang boleyh..heheh..&lt;br /&gt;10. Tag la kawan2 korunk..&lt;br /&gt;kak nurul..&lt;br /&gt;-Nym..&lt;br /&gt;-Mierul..&lt;br /&gt;Grace..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645027732875966584-8841014287796298629?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/feeds/8841014287796298629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645027732875966584&amp;postID=8841014287796298629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/8841014287796298629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/8841014287796298629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2009/07/tag-by-wanie.html' title='Tag by Wanie..'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-10720790364556865</id><published>2009-07-07T10:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:34:47.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Fallen Apart..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Not everyone get what they wish for..&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a heart and everyone gets their heart broken either intentionally or unintentionally..&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so bad that u feel like ur heart isn't gonna get better..&lt;br /&gt;Well; that is life..&lt;br /&gt;Even when the person u love tends to flirt or even go out with someone new..&lt;br /&gt;All the girls out there knows what it feels like..&lt;br /&gt;Some of them might even do stupid things such as hurting themselves..&lt;br /&gt;But getting your heartbroken is not the end of the world..&lt;br /&gt;People learn from their mistakes..&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is history..&lt;br /&gt;Today is a new day..&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is perfect in anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;To all the girls:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEWARE OF THE BITCHES WHO TRIES TO STEAL YOUR MAN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645027732875966584-10720790364556865?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/feeds/10720790364556865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645027732875966584&amp;postID=10720790364556865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/10720790364556865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/10720790364556865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2009/07/fallen-apart.html' title='Fallen Apart..'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-1671190049666904206</id><published>2009-07-06T11:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:43:07.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Kantoi by Zee Avi (Kokokaina)</title><content type='html'>Semalam I call you, you tak answer&lt;br /&gt;You kata you keluar pergi dinner&lt;br /&gt;You kata you keluar dengan kawan you&lt;br /&gt;but when I called Tommy he said it wasn't true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drove my car pergi Damansara&lt;br /&gt;Tommy kata maybe you tengok bola&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bila I sampai... you, you tak ada&lt;br /&gt;Lagi la I jadi gila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called and called sampai you answer&lt;br /&gt;You kata sorry sayang tadi tak dengar&lt;br /&gt;My phone was on silent, I was at the gym&lt;br /&gt;Tapi latar belakang suara perempuan lain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudahlah sayang, I don't believe you&lt;br /&gt;I've always known that your words were never true&lt;br /&gt;Why am I with you?&lt;br /&gt;I pun tak tahu&lt;br /&gt;No wonder la my friends pun tak suka you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that's the end of our story&lt;br /&gt;Akhir kata she accepted his apology&lt;br /&gt;Tapi last-last kita dapat tahu she was cheating too&lt;br /&gt;With her ex boyfriend's best friend, Tommy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645027732875966584-1671190049666904206?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/feeds/1671190049666904206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645027732875966584&amp;postID=1671190049666904206&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/1671190049666904206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/1671190049666904206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2009/07/kantoi-by-zee-avi-kokokaina.html' title='Kantoi by Zee Avi (Kokokaina)'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-3631825689932156873</id><published>2009-06-13T15:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:27:44.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Tribute to Aunty Jah..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She was born on the 30th of April 1940..&lt;br /&gt;She died at 6.32a.m this morning..&lt;br /&gt;She was very strong in fighting her pain..&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough she can be quite hard at times but she means well..&lt;br /&gt;She know her every step..&lt;br /&gt;The caused of her death is lung cancer..&lt;br /&gt;May her soul rest in peace..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645027732875966584-3631825689932156873?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/feeds/3631825689932156873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645027732875966584&amp;postID=3631825689932156873&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/3631825689932156873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/3631825689932156873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2009/06/tribute-to-aunty-jah.html' title='Tribute to Aunty Jah..'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-3740126355484550817</id><published>2009-04-30T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T02:03:08.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taken from nyet..</title><content type='html'>1.Org yg mencintai kamu x pernah mampu memberikan alasan kenapa dia mencintai kamu. Yg dia tahu di hati &amp;amp; matanya hanya ada kamu satu-satunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Wlaupun kamu dah memiliki teman istimewa atau kekasih, dia x peduli! Bgnya yg pnting kamu bahagia &amp;amp; kamu ttp mnjadi impiannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Org yg mncintai kamu sllu mnerima kamu apa adanya, di hati &amp;amp; matanya kamu sllu yg trcantik walaupun mungkin kamu merasa brt bdn kamu sudah brtambah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Org yg mncintai kamu sllu ingin tahu ttg apa sj yg kamu lalui sepanjang hari ini, dia ingin tahu kegiatan kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Orang yg mncintai kamu akn mngirimkn SMS spt 'selamat pagi','selamat hari minggu', 'selamat tidur', 'take care', &amp;amp; lain-lain lg, walaupun kamu x mmbalas SMS-nya, krna dgn kiriman SMS itu lah dia mnytakan cintanya, dlm cara yg berbeza, bkn hanya "aku CINTA padamu", tp brselindung dengan ayat2 selain kata cinta itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Jika kamu mnymbut hari ulang tahun &amp;amp; kamu x mngundangnya ke majlis yg kamu adakan, setidak-tidaknya dia akn menelefon untk mngucapkan selamat atau mngirim SMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Org yg mncintai kamu akn sllu mngingat setiap kejadian yg dia lalui brsama kamu, bahkan mgkn kejadian yg kamu sendiri sdh melupakannya, krna saat itu ialah sstu yg brharga untknya &amp;amp; saat itu, matanya pasti brkaca kerana saat brsamamu itu x brulang sllu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Org yg mncintai kamu sllu mngingati setiap kata2 yg kamu ucapkn, bahkan mgkn kata2 yg kamu sndri lupa pernah mengungkapkannya. krna dia menyematkan kata2 mu di hatinya, berapa byk kata2 penuh harapan yg kau tuturkn pdnya, &amp;amp; akhirnya kau musnahkan? pasti kau lupa, ttp bukan org yg mncintai kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Org yg mncintai kamu akn bljar mnggemari lagu2 kegemaran kamu, bahkan mgkn mminjam CD milik kamu, krn dia ingin tahu apa kgemaran kamu - kesukaan kamu kesukaannya juga, wlupn sukar mminati kesukaan kamu, tp akhirnya dia brjaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Kalau kali terakhir kalian brtemu kamu mgkn sdg sakit, selesema, atau batuk2, dia akan sntsa mngirim SMS atau menelefon untk brtanya keadaan kamu -krna dia bmbangkn ttg kamu, peduli ttg kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Jk kamu mngatakn akn mnghadpi ujian atau hari2 penting, dia akn mnanyakn bila ujian itu brlangsung, &amp;amp; saat hariya tiba dia akan mngirimkan SMS 'good luck' utk memberi semangat kepada kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Org yg mncintai kamu akn mmberikn suatu brg miliknya yg mgkn buat kamu itu ialah sstu yg biasa, ttp bagiya brg itu sgt istimewa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Org yg mncintai kamu akan trdiam sesaat, ktka sdg brcakap di telefon dgn kamu, sehingga kamu mnjadi bingung. Sbnrnya saat itu dia merasa sgt gugup krna kamu tlh mnggegarkn dunianya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Org yg mncintai kamu sllu ingin brada di dekat kamu &amp;amp; ingin mnghabiskn hari2nya hnya dgn kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Jk suatu saat kamu hrus pindah ke daerah lain, dia akan sntsa mmberikan nsht agar kamu waspada dgn prsekitarn yg blh mmbawa pengaruh buruk kpd kamu &amp;amp; jauh dihatiya dia benar2 takut kehilangan kamu, pernah dgr 'jauh dimata, jauh dihati?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Org yg mncintai kamu brtindak lbh spt saudara drpd spti sorg kekasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Org yg mncintai kamu sering melakukn hal2 yg SENGAL spti mnelefon kamu 100 kali dlm masa shari. Atau mngejutkan kamu di tengah malam dgn mngirim SMS. Sbnarnya ketika itu dia sdg mmikirkn kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Org yg mncintai kamu kdg-kdg mrindukn kamu &amp;amp; mlakukn hal-hal yg mmbuat kamu pening kepala. Namun ketika kamu mngatakan tindakannya itu mmbuat kamu trganggu dia akan minta maaf &amp;amp; tak akan mlakuknnya lg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Jika kamu mmintanya utk mngajarimu sst maka ia akn mngajarimu dgn sabar walaupun kamu mgkn prnh mengelak dr mnunaikn prmintaan kamu walau sesukar mana prmintaan mu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Kalau kamu melihat handphone-nya maka nama kamu akn mnghiasi sbhgian besar INBOX-nya. Dia msh mnyimpan SMS-SMS dr kamu walaupun ia kamu kirim brbulan2 atau brthn2 yg lalu. Dia jg mnyimpan surat2 kamu di tmpt khas &amp;amp; segala pmberian kamu mnjadi benda2 brharga buatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Dn jk kamu cuba mnjauhkn dr drpdnya atau mmberi reaksi mnolaknya, dia akan mnyedariya &amp;amp; mnghilang dr kehidupn kamu, wlupn hal itu mmbunuh hatinya kerana dia betul2 menghormati permintaan kamu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Jk suatu saat kamu mrindukannya &amp;amp; ingin mmberinya kesempatan dia akan ada menunggu kamu krna sbenrnya dia x prnah mncari org lain. Dia sntsa mnunggu kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Org yg begitu mncintaimu, x prnh memaksa kamu mmberiya sbb &amp;amp; alsn, wlupn hatinya mronta ingin mngetahui, krna dia x mahu kamu trbeban dgn karenahnya. Saat kau pinta dia brlalu, dia pergi tnpa mnyalahkn kamu, krna dia benar2 mengerti apa itu cinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from nyet who took from eiza who got from i dont know who..thanx..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645027732875966584-3740126355484550817?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/3740126355484550817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/3740126355484550817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2009/04/taken-from-nyet.html' title='taken from nyet..'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-2410065275161088879</id><published>2009-04-21T14:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T03:38:22.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>StoLen From Grace..</title><content type='html'>[One]Who was your last text from?&lt;br /&gt;Abdul: "Sorry I was sleeping.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Two]Where was your default picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;Dont remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Three]What’s your FULL name?Puteri Tyana people calls me tya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Four]Your current status?&lt;br /&gt;Married..?Taken by &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adi Nazreen Abdul Ghaffar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Five]What is your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;in love.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Six]How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;going to be 22years old..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Seven]If you could go back in time and change something, would you?&lt;br /&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eight]What’s your favorite color(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..Black..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nine]Ever had a near death experience?&lt;br /&gt;yes..in an accident on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01/05/2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ten]Something you do a lot?&lt;br /&gt;spending time with hubby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eleven]Who can you tell ANYTHING to?&lt;br /&gt;my bestfriend: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nYm and miRuL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twelve]Name someone with the same birthday as you.&lt;br /&gt;Ng Qi Ting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirteen]If you could have one super power what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;fly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Fourteen ]What’s the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;He woke up 1st.. Idk.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Fifteen]Favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;snow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sixteen]Do you still watch kiddy movies or tv shows?&lt;br /&gt;yes.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Seventeen]What are you eating or drinking at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;toblerone (white)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eighteen]What language do you speak?&lt;br /&gt;mostly english but with friends it will be like what..?manglish..?lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nineteen]Describe your life in one word.&lt;br /&gt;Awesomeness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty]Do you have any tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;obviously not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-one]Who was the last person you hung out with?&lt;br /&gt;Kesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-two]What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for love to come.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-three]What should you be doing?&lt;br /&gt;working but i'm off duty.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-four]Who was the last person that made you upset?&lt;br /&gt;My hubby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-five]What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;The Roots ft Cody Chestnutt - The Seed 2.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-six]Do you like working in the yard?&lt;br /&gt;If there is no choice than yes or else it's a no of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-seven]Who is with you?&lt;br /&gt;My office mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty- eight]Do you act different around the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty- nine]What is your natural hair color?&lt;br /&gt;brown-ish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirty]Last time you were really happy?&lt;br /&gt;Everytime of the day when I'm with him.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirty-one]Tag five people.&lt;br /&gt;1. Kak Nurul&lt;br /&gt;2. nYm&lt;br /&gt;3. MiRuL&lt;br /&gt;4. SaRah SyaRiena&lt;br /&gt;5. you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645027732875966584-2410065275161088879?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/feeds/2410065275161088879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645027732875966584&amp;postID=2410065275161088879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/2410065275161088879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/2410065275161088879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2009/04/stolen-from-grace.html' title='StoLen From Grace..'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-6356303953555156613</id><published>2009-04-21T10:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:43:10.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestie'/><title type='text'>Met My BesTie..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On 14th of April..&lt;br /&gt;I met up with my bestie; mirul a.k.a nyet..&lt;br /&gt;We met up around 10-ish..&lt;br /&gt;At the same time I met with another friend; Adam..&lt;br /&gt;He said to meet him in Hilton..&lt;br /&gt;but he didn't specificly say Hilton kL..&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was PJ Hilton&lt;br /&gt;lols..&lt;br /&gt;stupid right..?&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;Looked for mirul..&lt;br /&gt;he saw the car I was in but didn't exactly saw me..&lt;br /&gt;I shouted his name..&lt;br /&gt;Hell I miss him..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;Mirul n I are like..&lt;br /&gt;gosh..&lt;br /&gt;"gyler rindu doe lepak ngn u.."&lt;br /&gt;hahah..&lt;br /&gt;mirul mirul..&lt;br /&gt;bengong..&lt;br /&gt;hahah..&lt;br /&gt;went drinking..&lt;br /&gt;Invited mirul to have a few glasses to drink but he was in a hurry as he has another appointment with his other friends in a.c..&lt;br /&gt;huhuw..&lt;br /&gt;so, he left..&lt;br /&gt;I continued drinking in bangsar with my 2 brothers and my cousin; dwen yang bengong tuh..&lt;br /&gt;hahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326969546011820002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2009/04/met-my-bestie.html' title='Met My BesTie..'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/Se0ylB9bv-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/t3_FVKKVPxI/s72-c/mirul+gyler!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-226526707961469712</id><published>2009-04-20T11:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:20:40.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Too Close To Comfort</title><content type='html'>I never meant the things I said to make you cry&lt;br /&gt;Can I say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;And yes I regret all these mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you're leaving me&lt;br /&gt;But I know you must have your reasons&lt;br /&gt;There's tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I watch you as you cry but it's getting late&lt;br /&gt;Was I invading in on your secrets&lt;br /&gt;Was I too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me out when I wanted in&lt;br /&gt;What was I just about to discover&lt;br /&gt;When I got too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;Driving you home&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we scratched our names into the sand&lt;br /&gt;And told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Now that I find that you've changed your mind I'm lost for words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything I feel for you I wrote down on one piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;The one in your hand&lt;br /&gt;You won't understand how much it hurts to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I invading in on your secrets&lt;br /&gt;Was I too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me out when I wanted in&lt;br /&gt;What was I just about to discover&lt;br /&gt;I got too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;Driving you home&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;OohYeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time you've been telling me lies&lt;br /&gt;Hidden in bags that are under your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And when I asked you I knew I was right&lt;br /&gt;But if you turn your back on me now when I need you most&lt;br /&gt;But you chose to let me down&lt;br /&gt;Down Down&lt;br /&gt;Won't you think about what you're about to do to me and back down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I invading in on your secrets&lt;br /&gt;Was I too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me out when I wanted in&lt;br /&gt;What was I just about to discover&lt;br /&gt;I got too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me out when I wanted in&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeah&lt;br /&gt;What was I just about to discover&lt;br /&gt;And I got too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;Driving you home&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll never know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645027732875966584-226526707961469712?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/226526707961469712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/226526707961469712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2009/04/too-close-to-comfort.html' title='Too Close To Comfort'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-3927281004207718452</id><published>2009-04-11T20:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T04:40:15.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tagged By KaK NuRuL..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four names that friends call you:&lt;br /&gt;1. Puteri&lt;br /&gt;2. Tyana&lt;br /&gt;3. Tya&lt;br /&gt;4. T&lt;br /&gt;Four most important dates in your life:&lt;br /&gt;1. 31/12&lt;br /&gt;2. Mama 26/07&lt;br /&gt;3. Mik 24/12,Mack 04/01&lt;br /&gt;4. Adi 16/07&lt;br /&gt;Four things you have done in the last 30 minutes:&lt;br /&gt;1. Listening to music&lt;br /&gt;2. BBM-ing&lt;br /&gt;3. Smoking&lt;br /&gt;4. Surfing the net&lt;br /&gt;Four ways to be happy:&lt;br /&gt;1. Spend time with family&lt;br /&gt;2. Spend time with hubby&lt;br /&gt;3. Spend time chilling with besties.&lt;br /&gt;4. Eat..eat and eat..&lt;br /&gt;Four gifts you would like to receive:&lt;br /&gt;1. A new BB&lt;br /&gt;2. A Camera&lt;br /&gt;3. Beatz Headphones&lt;br /&gt;4. Soft toys.. =)&lt;br /&gt;Four favourite hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;1. Swimming&lt;br /&gt;2. BBM-ing&lt;br /&gt;3. Surfing the net&lt;br /&gt;4. FB-ing&lt;br /&gt;Four places you want to go for vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1. Japan&lt;br /&gt;2. L.A&lt;br /&gt;3. Paris&lt;br /&gt;4. Australia&lt;br /&gt;Four favourite drinks:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dutch Lady Strawberry Milk&lt;br /&gt;2. Pure Vanilla Ice Blended&lt;br /&gt;3. Milo Ice&lt;br /&gt;4. Tinge Lemon&lt;br /&gt;Four things your always found in your room back home:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dressing table&lt;br /&gt;2. Bedroom set&lt;br /&gt;3. Photo frames&lt;br /&gt;4. My cat&lt;br /&gt;Four favourite colours:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pink&lt;br /&gt;2. Black&lt;br /&gt;3. Purple&lt;br /&gt;4. Blue&lt;br /&gt;Top four hangouts back home:&lt;br /&gt;1. Living room&lt;br /&gt;2. Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;3. Friend's place&lt;br /&gt;4. Brother's room&lt;br /&gt;Top four you love so much:&lt;br /&gt;1. Myself&lt;br /&gt;2. Mama, Mik &amp;amp; Mack&lt;br /&gt;3. Besties&lt;br /&gt;4. The rest of The Family&lt;br /&gt;Top four things special to you:&lt;br /&gt;1. My Hubby&lt;br /&gt;2. My Blackberry&lt;br /&gt;3. My Infamous Doraemon Pocket&lt;br /&gt;4. My Make-up&lt;br /&gt;Top four reasons why you answered this survey:&lt;br /&gt;1. My sister; Kak Nurul tagged me in her blog..&lt;br /&gt;2. It is Friday&lt;br /&gt;3. I am bored&lt;br /&gt;4. I am seriously bored&lt;br /&gt;Top four who you think will answer this survey:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hubby&lt;br /&gt;2. miRuL&lt;br /&gt;3. NooR&lt;br /&gt;4. You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645027732875966584-3927281004207718452?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/feeds/3927281004207718452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645027732875966584&amp;postID=3927281004207718452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/3927281004207718452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/3927281004207718452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2009/04/four.html' title='Four'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-460705496889661110</id><published>2009-04-08T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:34:26.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>What a day..</title><content type='html'>Been busy the whole day..&lt;br /&gt;It's really tiring..&lt;br /&gt;Following her the whole day around and settling this that I just left without saying a word where I was..&lt;br /&gt;It was a hectic day..&lt;br /&gt;Gosh..&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see this coming...&lt;br /&gt;I thought when I came back thing would all be done while I was away..&lt;br /&gt;But looking back on what I've done..&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was the wrong decision to just leave everything without finishing what I did..&lt;br /&gt;huhuw..&lt;br /&gt;At last I finishied it just now..&lt;br /&gt;Even though I had to make a mess in the office but at least something was done..&lt;br /&gt;Found everything and have put them in place..&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another day..&lt;br /&gt;Will be running here and there to settle a few more thing then I'll be out for a movie with a few friends..&lt;br /&gt;Yippie..&lt;br /&gt;Finally a relax day..&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see them all..&lt;br /&gt;Mish all of them soo much..&lt;br /&gt;Gosh..&lt;br /&gt;Really have been missing all the stuff I did with them..&lt;br /&gt;huhuw..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645027732875966584-460705496889661110?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/feeds/460705496889661110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645027732875966584&amp;postID=460705496889661110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/460705496889661110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/460705496889661110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-day.html' title='What a day..'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-7023649348014083370</id><published>2009-04-06T10:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:25:22.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haters'/><title type='text'>Hate me all you want guys..</title><content type='html'>You can hate me all you want..&lt;br /&gt;either way your damn thinking of me..&lt;br /&gt;talk about me all you want cuz I don't give a shit no more..&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am and that is something &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be..&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been disturbing your fucking life so back off..&lt;br /&gt;It's my life and I can do whatever I want..&lt;br /&gt;Why talk about me when I didn't even talk a thing about YOU..?&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys HATE me..&lt;br /&gt;But do you think I give a damn..?&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO WAY DO I GIVE A DAMN CUZ YOUR NOBODY IN MY LIFE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A FRIEND..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;NOT EVEN CLOSE GUYS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS AND LAY OFF MINE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645027732875966584-7023649348014083370?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/feeds/7023649348014083370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645027732875966584&amp;postID=7023649348014083370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/7023649348014083370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/7023649348014083370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2009/04/hate-me-all-you-want-guys.html' title='Hate me all you want guys..'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-4357589387620400231</id><published>2009-03-16T20:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:23:17.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Late..</title><content type='html'>Ini merupakan sebuah kisah yang mungkin akan&lt;br /&gt;membuatkan anda melihat betapa pentingnya kita&lt;br /&gt;hidup seolah-olah setiap hari merupakan yang&lt;br /&gt;terakhir buat kita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada seorang pemuda yang dilahirkan dengan&lt;br /&gt;penyakit kanser yang tiada penawarnya. Kita&lt;br /&gt;namakannya sebagai A. Dia kini berusia 17 tahun&lt;br /&gt;dan dijangka menghembuskan nafasnya yang&lt;br /&gt;terakhir bila-bila masa sahaja. Disebabkabn oleh&lt;br /&gt;keadaannya itu, dia hanya terperuk di rumahnya,&lt;br /&gt;di bawah penjagaan ibunya. Pada suatu hari, dia&lt;br /&gt;membuat keputusan untuk melihat dunia luar&lt;br /&gt;setelah sekian lama. "Sekali pun, cukuplah atau&lt;br /&gt;mungkin ini yang terakhir, tidak mengapa," kata&lt;br /&gt;hatinya. Setelah memaklumkan kepada ibunya&lt;br /&gt;dan ibunya bersetuju. A tidak pergi jauh, hanya&lt;br /&gt;berjalan sekitar deretan kedai berhampiran&lt;br /&gt;rumahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba A berhenti di hadapan sebuah kedai&lt;br /&gt;muzik. Seraya dia menjengukkan kepalanya ke&lt;br /&gt;dalam, A terpandangkan seorang gadis yang&lt;br /&gt;sungguh cantik, lebih kurang sebaya dengan&lt;br /&gt;umurnya. Mungkin inilah yang dinamakan cinta&lt;br /&gt;pandang pertama. Kaki A terus melangkah masuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia terus maju ke kaunter di mana gadis itu&lt;br /&gt;sedang berdiri. Si gadis melemparkan senyuman&lt;br /&gt;yang sungguh manis kepada A sambil&lt;br /&gt;bertanya: "Boleh saya bantu?". Di dalam kepala A&lt;br /&gt;hanya ada senyuman paling manis pernah&lt;br /&gt;dilihatnya selama 17 tahun ini. A tergamam buat&lt;br /&gt;seketika sebelum menjawab dengan nada suara&lt;br /&gt;yang agak bergetar (gagap): "Saya nk beli CD".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangannya pantas mengambil sekeping CD yang&lt;br /&gt;sempat tercapai oleh tangannya. Dia kemudiannya&lt;br /&gt;menyeluk saku mengeluarkan wang utk&lt;br /&gt;bayaran. "Awak nak saya balut ke?" soal gadis tu&lt;br /&gt;lg bersama senyuman yg tdk lekang dibibirnya. A&lt;br /&gt;hnya mampu mengangguk. si gadis meminta diri&lt;br /&gt;tuk ke bilik belakang. Sekali lg A menganggukkn&lt;br /&gt;kepalanya. Sejak hari itu, saban hari A akan&lt;br /&gt;berkunjung ke kedai tersebut. Dan setiap hari itu&lt;br /&gt;jugalah, dia akan membeli CD yg dibalut cantik&lt;br /&gt;oeh gadis itu. A pula, sekembalinya ke rumah&lt;br /&gt;tidak pernah membuka CD-CD yg dibelinya itu dan&lt;br /&gt;hanya menyusun di atas rak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagipun, CD-CD tersebut cuma alasan A untuk&lt;br /&gt;bertemu gadis itu. A seorang anak muda yang&lt;br /&gt;sangat pemalu. Walaupun dia mencuba sedaya&lt;br /&gt;upaya untuk memberanikan diri mengajak si gadis&lt;br /&gt;keluar, namun lidahnya kelu. Ibu A perasan dgn&lt;br /&gt;apa yg berlaku dan sentiasa memberikannya&lt;br /&gt;galakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada suatu hari, A nekad. Seperti biasa, dia&lt;br /&gt;keluar ke kedai muzik itu dan membeli Cd dan si&lt;br /&gt;gadis akan membalutnya cantik-cantik. semasa si&lt;br /&gt;gadis sedang sibuk membungkus Cd tersebut di&lt;br /&gt;bilik belakang, A meninggalkan nmbr telefon di&lt;br /&gt;atas kaunter sebelum cepat-cepat keluar dari situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keesokan harinya, A tidak bertandang ke kedai&lt;br /&gt;seperti kebiasaannya. Lantas, si gadis cuba&lt;br /&gt;menghubungi menggunakan nombor telefon yg si&lt;br /&gt;A tinggalkan semalam.Si ibu yg menjawab&lt;br /&gt;pnggilan itu. Gadis penjual Cd di kedai muzik! Si&lt;br /&gt;gadis meminta utk bercakap dgn anak lelakinya&lt;br /&gt;dan si ibu mula menangis.&lt;br /&gt;Gadis itu bertanyakan apa yg telah&lt;br /&gt;berlaku? "Tidakkah kamu tahu, dia telah&lt;br /&gt;meninggal dunia semalam?" Untuk sekian lama,&lt;br /&gt;yg ada hanyalah diam yg panjang. Pd sebelah&lt;br /&gt;petangnya, ibu A memasuki bilik anaknya kerana&lt;br /&gt;begitu terkenangkan A. Dia membuka almari dan&lt;br /&gt;terperanjat melihatkan Cd-cd yang berbalut kemas&lt;br /&gt;tnpa satu pn darinya yang dibuka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatinya tertanya-tanya. Dan utk meleraikan&lt;br /&gt;persoalannya itu,ibu membuka salah satu&lt;br /&gt;daripadanya. Sebaik sahaja dia mengoyakkan&lt;br /&gt;balutan itu, si ibu ternampak sehelai kertas kecil&lt;br /&gt;yang diselitkn di dalamnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kertas tersebut tertulis "Hai! awak ni cute lah.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau boleh, saya ingin berkenalan. Itupun kalau&lt;br /&gt;awak sudi. -Sofea"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ibu mula meraung setiap kali dia membuka Cd-&lt;br /&gt;cd tersebut, satu demi satu sehinggalah habis&lt;br /&gt;kesemuanya. Tiap satu darinya mengandungi&lt;br /&gt;helaian kertas yg tertulis mesej serupa. "Hai! awak&lt;br /&gt;ni cute lah. Kalau boleh, saya ingin berkenalan.&lt;br /&gt;Itupun kalau awak sudi.- Sofea"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moralnya, begitulah adanya hidup ini. Jangan&lt;br /&gt;tunggu untuk menunjukkan kepada seseorang&lt;br /&gt;yang istimewa apa yg anda rasakan tentangnya.&lt;br /&gt;Kerana esok mungkin sudah terlalu lewat untuk&lt;br /&gt;anda berbuat demikian..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645027732875966584-4357589387620400231?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/feeds/4357589387620400231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645027732875966584&amp;postID=4357589387620400231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/4357589387620400231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/4357589387620400231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2009/03/too-late.html' title='Too Late..'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-4475855658273103668</id><published>2009-03-02T21:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:22:17.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks..</title><content type='html'>Thanks for everything babes..&lt;br /&gt;u really helped me a lot..&lt;br /&gt;u have never gived up on me..&lt;br /&gt;never stop giving me advice..&lt;br /&gt;and i really appreciate it very much..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a gazillion hunn...&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv ya much Nym..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here' a new pic of us..&lt;br /&gt;well not that new lar..&lt;br /&gt;It's just that it's is new edited..&lt;br /&gt;heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/SavrEBVyekI/AAAAAAAAABo/iJR5SGwfGfU/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/SavrEBVyekI/AAAAAAAAABo/iJR5SGwfGfU/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308595040098089538" 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/6645027732875966584-4475855658273103668?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/feeds/4475855658273103668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645027732875966584&amp;postID=4475855658273103668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/4475855658273103668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/4475855658273103668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2009/03/thanks.html' title='Thanks..'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/SavrEBVyekI/AAAAAAAAABo/iJR5SGwfGfU/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-8329458917531120201</id><published>2009-02-25T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T18:29:13.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Give Up..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;wHeN yOu L.O.V.E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; someone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yOu DoN'T giVe uP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;i never ever&lt;br /&gt;thought like this..&lt;br /&gt;Last night i had a dream over a fantasies..&lt;br /&gt;and beyond the edge of a flower..&lt;br /&gt;where it heart..&lt;br /&gt;lighten up by a candles within a thousand miles inside of you..&lt;br /&gt;me as your blood(friend)..&lt;br /&gt;will never ever let the candles in your heart blewn away..&lt;br /&gt;because..&lt;br /&gt;the light in your heart..&lt;br /&gt;its like a..&lt;br /&gt;the beautyness of you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645027732875966584-8329458917531120201?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/feeds/8329458917531120201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645027732875966584&amp;postID=8329458917531120201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/8329458917531120201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/8329458917531120201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-give-up.html' title='Don&apos;t Give Up..'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-5285232188217866163</id><published>2009-02-25T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:53:55.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOMEONE OUT THERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was meant to be the love of your life;&lt;br /&gt;the one you can tell your dreams to and he'll smile at you when you tell him;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;he'll never laugh;&lt;br /&gt;he'll brush the hair out of your face,&lt;br /&gt;and he'll stare at you during a movie even though he paid &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RM 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to see it..&lt;br /&gt;he'll call you to tell you he couldn't stop thinking about you..&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;MOST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;IMPORTANTLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;he'll &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; right in your &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EYES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;and tell you that you are the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;beautiful &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;GIRL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;he has ever &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;and for the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST TIME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in your &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;you'll &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BELIEVE IT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that is what they mean by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645027732875966584-5285232188217866163?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/feeds/5285232188217866163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645027732875966584&amp;postID=5285232188217866163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/5285232188217866163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/5285232188217866163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2009/02/someone.html' title='Someone'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-3163347395708833670</id><published>2009-02-25T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:09:02.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LiFe</title><content type='html'>Life is all about taking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CHANCES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;about doing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SOMETHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; everyone said you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;COULDN'T DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;it's about acting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GOOFY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;it's about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT CARING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; what other people think;&lt;br /&gt;it's about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEARNING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; what you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645027732875966584-3163347395708833670?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/feeds/3163347395708833670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645027732875966584&amp;postID=3163347395708833670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/3163347395708833670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/3163347395708833670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2009/02/life.html' title='LiFe'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-3818687366478423583</id><published>2009-02-24T20:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:38:55.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Haters..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I keep it&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and that's a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PROMISE&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;I may be a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;BITCH&lt;/span&gt; but I'm honest..&lt;br /&gt;When I walk by, you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;STOP&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;STARE&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;KEEP LOOKING&lt;/span&gt; cause &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I DON'T CARE&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;MY OWN LIFE&lt;/span&gt; AND STYLE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; trying to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;PLEASE&lt;/span&gt; you or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;MAKE&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;SMILE&lt;/span&gt;..!&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CONFIDENCE&lt;/span&gt; YOU'RE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOW SHUT YOUR HAVIN' ASS AND KEEP ME OUT YOUR MOUTH..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645027732875966584-3818687366478423583?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/feeds/3818687366478423583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645027732875966584&amp;postID=3818687366478423583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/3818687366478423583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/3818687366478423583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-haters.html' title='My Haters..'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-684348749031062648</id><published>2009-02-09T12:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:39:20.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Tenku Qadir ibni Tenku Mohammad Archibald</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/SY-xaHeSU5I/AAAAAAAAABA/O_v6iL_8mNw/s1600-h/Luv+DaD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300650348679156626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/SY-xaHeSU5I/AAAAAAAAABA/O_v6iL_8mNw/s320/Luv+DaD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This man is a very good father,cousin and also an uncle..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He was bedridden for nearly 2 months..T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he doctor says that he suffered from a sceptic shock and multi-organ failure..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He was a cheerful man..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like to make jokes, make everyone feel comfortable with him..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He left us all on the 26th of January 2009 at 3.50a.m.&lt;/span&gt; His family couldn't accept that he is gone now but they are still trying to live a new life without him around..&lt;br /&gt;His daughter, Tunku Aisyah Amel Natalia especially is a total mess without him..&lt;br /&gt;She is her daddy's girl..&lt;br /&gt;Even after a few weeks of his death, she still imagine that he is still around and that she wants to call him to tell him that she misses him and that she wants to see him when she gets back to johore..&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens, all of us in the family is not satisfied of what "that" person did to him and of what cause..&lt;br /&gt;Someday "that" person will get what he deserve out of doing all of this to our family..&lt;br /&gt;All the memories we have of daddy will always be remembered..&lt;br /&gt;All the things he did is an appreciation to us..&lt;br /&gt;He always make things possible, and that is why we love him..&lt;br /&gt;May Allah bless his soul and let it rest in peace..&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/6645027732875966584-684348749031062648?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/feeds/684348749031062648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645027732875966584&amp;postID=684348749031062648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/684348749031062648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/684348749031062648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2009/02/tribute-to-tenku-qadir-ibni-tenku.html' title='Tribute to Tenku Qadir ibni Tenku Mohammad Archibald'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/SY-xaHeSU5I/AAAAAAAAABA/O_v6iL_8mNw/s72-c/Luv+DaD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-2943528679130243669</id><published>2009-01-26T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:42:00.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MoRe to kNow aBoUt gUys..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Guys hate sluts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. "Hey, are you busy?" or "Are you doing something?" ~ two phrases guys open with to stop from stammering on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Before they call, guys try to plan out a little about what they're gonna say so there aren't awkward pauses, but once he's on the phone he forgets it all and makes it up as he goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they're goin for the let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize-how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are method.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. Don't talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11. Guys get jealous easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12. Guys are more emotional than they'd like people to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13. Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uhnevermind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;14. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;15. Guys hate asking parents for money to buy girls presents. So they come up with ideas like saving their lunch money for a week. But it never works because guys are always hungry so they end up asking the parents for money anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;16. Girls are guys' weaknesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;17. Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;18. It's good to test a guy first before you trust him. But don't let him wait too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;20. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;21. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;22. Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;23. Guys will brag about anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;24. Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. We rarely use beautiful. If a guy uses that, he likes you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;25. Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;26. Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. Because most guys think alike, so if one guy's confused, then we're all confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;27. Any guy could write out a rulebook or advice book for flirting, but no guy can write out a book about relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;28. Try to be as straightforward as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;29. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he's too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won't be mature and grown up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;30. If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;31. No matter how much guys talk about asses and boobs, personality is key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;32. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;33. Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;34. If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and is spazzing inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;35. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;36. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;37. Guys don't really have final decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;38. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;39. If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you're with your boyfriend, he's probably jealous and likes you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;40. When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;41. Guys like femininity not feebleness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;42. Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;43. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;44. Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;45. Everything in moderation. Put on makeup, wear perfume. Just not too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;46. Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;47. Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;48. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;49. A guy would give his left nut to be able to read a girl's mind for a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;50. No guy can handle all his problems by his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-When They Wanna Kiss You[When Girls Wanna Kiss You]-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. They stare into your eyes bitting their lip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. They always wrap their arms around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. They play with their hands, shirts, pants, etc. just waiting for you to make the move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. They text you sayin i wanna c u tomorrow.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-[When Guys Wanna Kiss You ]-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. They hold your hand and always play with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. They stare into your eyes for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. They always tell you how much they love you and that they will never let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. They just grab your hand because they want to hold it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. They play with your hair.&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/6645027732875966584-2943528679130243669?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/feeds/2943528679130243669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645027732875966584&amp;postID=2943528679130243669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/2943528679130243669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/2943528679130243669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-to-know-about-guys.html' title='MoRe to kNow aBoUt gUys..'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645027732875966584.post-7051130698555792354</id><published>2009-01-25T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T04:25:33.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a girL wants...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;1. Touch her waist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;2. Talk to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;3. Share secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;4. Give her your jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;5. Kiss her slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;6. Hug her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;7. Hold her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;8. Laugh with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;9. Invite her somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;10. Let her be with you when you're with your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;11. Smile with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;12. Take pics with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;13. Pull her onto your lap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;14. When she says she loves you more,deny it.fight back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;15. When her friends say i love her more than you,deny it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;     Fight back and hug her tight so she cant get to her friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;     It makes her feel loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;16. Always hug her and say i love you when you see her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;17. Kiss her unexpectedly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;***HUG HER FROM BEHIND AROUND THEWAIST!!!***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;19. Tell her shes beautiful not sexy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;20. Tell her the way you feel about her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;21. U need to show her you mean it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;22. Kiss her on the lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;23. DON'T ask her to buy your stuff. you buy HEr stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;24. Make her feel loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;25. Buy her stuff. small things can still help makes her feel special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;DON'T LIE TO HER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;27. &lt;strong&gt;DON'T CHEAT ON HER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;28. Take her anywhere she wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;29. Text messege or call her in the morning and..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;     Tell her have a good day at school, and how much you miss her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;30. Be there for her when ever she needs you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp; even when she doesn't need you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;     just be there so she'll know that she can always count on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;31. Hold her close when she's cold and she can hold you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;32. When you are alone hold her close and kiss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;33. Kiss her on the tip of her nose;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;     (it will give her the hint that you want to kiss them).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;34. While in the movie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;put your arm around her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;     and then she will automatically put her head on your shoulder, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;     then lean in and tilt her chin up and kiss her lightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;35. Dont ever tell her to leave even jokingly or act like you're mad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;     If shes upset,comfort her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;36. When people diss her, stand up for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;37. Look deep into her eyes and tell her you love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;38. Lay down under the stars and puther head on your chest so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;     She can listen to the steady beat of your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;     Link your fingers together while you whisper to her as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;     she rests her eyes and listens to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;39. When walking next to each other grab her hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;40. When you hug her hold her in your arms hold as long as possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;41. Call her at night to wish her sweet dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;42. Comfort her when she cries and wipe away her tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;43. Take her for long walks at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;44. Dedicate a song to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;45. Always Remind her how much you love her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;     You'll never know when she needs just a lil more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;46. &lt;strong&gt;TELL HER WUT FEELS GOOD. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6645027732875966584-7051130698555792354?l=mushytya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/feeds/7051130698555792354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6645027732875966584&amp;postID=7051130698555792354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/7051130698555792354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6645027732875966584/posts/default/7051130698555792354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushytya.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-girl-wants.html' title='What a girL wants...'/><author><name>tYa TeQuiLa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13019316696761673365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjQu3l775ME/THdSb_12E3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xeGqjBfHe3A/S220/Picture0128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
