<?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-2908129712258122087</id><updated>2011-10-20T23:45:44.990+08:00</updated><category term='baby girl'/><category term='bored'/><category term='valentine&apos;s'/><category term='soulmate'/><category term='rugby'/><category term='love'/><category term='work'/><category term='I LOVE FARIZ'/><title type='text'>It Ain't Over Till It's over</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-223216067198650903</id><published>2008-09-23T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:05:18.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulmate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>7 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;the past 7 days i spent my time with baby are the best 7 days i've ever had this year. like finally she's free enough from all the work in school and exams. so it was all me and her and her little lappy, spending time together the whole day at west coast park. eventhough it was tough finding a place to sit where we could find a plug to charge the lappy, we manage to enjoy ourselves. we watched movies we missed watching together or the movies we should watch together. and that was the first time i watched 'the notebook' with baby. the movie is marvelous and pretty sweet. it got me crying a lil bit at the end of the movie. touching, sweet, lovely, perfect love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the end of the 7 days are coming to end in abt 2 hours time cos she's gonna start school tomorrow. the old boring schedule are gonna come back to me since im fired from work.  some people say it's stupid, but people make stupid decisions everyday. what the hell. guess i have to find another job then. anyway, the sweet happy days spent with baby end with a lil pinch of disappointment. trust me, it's all my fault. due to my situation, i feel really sucky. but all those time spent for the past 7 days, it's really wonderful. i'll never forget that night when we sat at the jetty again. thank you baby. i really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, while sitting at mc's, i got hooked on to a song called 'mambo italiano'. it's kinda old, but it's classic baby. here's smth for u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;Hey mambo, mambo Italiano hey hey mambo mambo Italiano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;Go go go you mixed up Siciliano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;All you Calabrese do the mambo like-a crazy with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;Hey mambo don't wanna tarantella &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;Hey mambo no more mozzarella &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;Hey mambo mambo Italiano try an&lt;br /&gt;enchilada with a fish baccala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey goomba I love how you dance the rumba&lt;br /&gt;But take some advice paesano learn-a how to mambo&lt;br /&gt;If you're gonna be a square you ain't-a gonna go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Hey mambo mambo Italiano hey hey mambo mambo Italiano&lt;br /&gt;Go go Joe shake like a Giovanni&lt;br /&gt;E lo che se dice you get happy in the feetza when you&lt;br /&gt;Mambo Italiano&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-223216067198650903?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/223216067198650903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=223216067198650903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/223216067198650903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/223216067198650903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/09/7-days.html' title='7 Days'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-7570710460060092040</id><published>2008-09-12T03:39:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:24:51.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I LOVE FARIZ'/><title type='text'>Dear Baby,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've been up since 2 in the morning, not sure why though but I didn't wanna call you 'cause I know you had work like reallllyyyy early in the morning. And I just gave you a morning call but I called you too early. Hahaha, sorry baby! Anyway, I've been logging into your account on MSN, Friedster and Facebook, and now Blogger. Don't ask me why, I just feel like being 'you' for 2 hours++. I've been looking at your old pictures, and testimonials, just to figure out when exactly I started to give you one, and compared that to the first few testimonials you gave me. Remember, you once gave me a picture of a cat poiting it's middle finger, and I was kinda insulted back then, but come to think of it now it's kinda hilarious since I'm kinda immune to your vulgarities. And that was my FIRST comment from you. My first comment to you was not till 10 Sept 2008, I didn't realize how late I started talking to you and stop running away from you 'cause you're a BIG BIG BULLY(and you still are but I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; you now!) and all I said was &lt;em&gt;'fariz !!!one day you will pay for all the wrong doings u've done to me((((:hahahahahaha'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So anyway, that's not the point. While reading through your comments, I discover a pinch of your past, some of which we shared together. You're a great friend to many, and an awesome brother to your sister, nonetheless you're me irreplaceable soulmate/boyfriend/best friend/bitching partner/pinching buddy/makan buddy/movie buddy/shopping buddy and so much more. Really you are. I hate it when you say you're not good enough or when you utterly feel super demoralized about yourself, the thing is you're really a GREAT person. Things may not come in your way for now, but I hope and I pray that it will be soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I know that I'm no where near you, but I'm trying my hardest k. I really am. I'm sorry for making you upset and broken, but I really really didn't intend or mean to do it. I think I just needed to vent my frustration out, and baby I'm sorry that it has gotta be you. Somtimes I really don't know what's wrong with me, not knowing why I can't comply to your 'rules' but I am really trying my best. You're always so patient with me. I remember the time when we just got together you waited for me for 4 hours till me dreaded meeting end. That was crazy, but ultimately sweet of you. You always apologise and forgive me so easily, and I am changing just to be like that for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I would never want us to part, I would never want to lose you, 'cause I know what's the feeling like of losing someone very dear to you, and I don't want it to happen to me again. You mean the world to me. Baby, I love you, no words can express my tremendous grattitude for you. We've been together for 8 months and 30 days now, it's been a wild roller coaster ride with you, but I've been enjoying the adrenaline rush all this while. I wanna stay with you for the next 80 years and 30 months, if we live that long. Seriously baby, I don't know what my life would be like without you now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU BABY BOY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245001091789010594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SMn8tCqetqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Uk_aXMCJG5E/s320/SPA51144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lotsa love, hugs and kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Humaira.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;P.S.: Happy 9th monthsary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-7570710460060092040?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7570710460060092040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=7570710460060092040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/7570710460060092040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/7570710460060092040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/09/dear-baby.html' title='Dear Baby,'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SMn8tCqetqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Uk_aXMCJG5E/s72-c/SPA51144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-405726502983989495</id><published>2008-09-03T19:56:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:55:40.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Last!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;finally, finally, finally. after waiting and waiting, i finally got into baby's house. waited for like wad, around 8 months plus? yeah! wth. i kinda felt pinches of sadness and regret when baby's saying that some of her frens like the pre-u sem people or the pw people or whoever are going over to her house, cos i couldn't. long story, if u wanna noe, come talk to me. anyway, i still did so last monday, i went over to her house, for the very first time, and hope not the last. but, but, im not the only one who went over. the gang came over too. so i blended it with them, tryna study and do stuff, but actually i was more like playing with khalid. i guess he misses me and i miss him too. always wanted to have a smaller brother. hahah! so i've actually been into the living room, the toilet on level 1, saw the kitchen and the backyard and to a place where everyone is actually restricted to go, especially boys. hahahaha!!opinion, u should be grateful baby, cos u have a beautiful home to live in. =)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here's some pics for y'all to laugh at. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SL6C34-byNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ftesFUtg1Pg/s1600-h/IMAG0506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SL6C34-byNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ftesFUtg1Pg/s320/IMAG0506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241770913004505298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;while we were studying, she still wanna take picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SL6CVScoI-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/H7GuyiU_SiQ/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SL6CVScoI-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/H7GuyiU_SiQ/s320/Image021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241770318546609122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;this is after khalid's raging fury, he actually wanted to play CS badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SL6Bi1V253I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0D1y3ySIBWw/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SL6Bi1V253I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0D1y3ySIBWw/s320/Image019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241769451740129138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i didn't noe i was the punching bag for lil kids. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SL5_9lqBC-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Nq_jVLjpry0/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SL5_9lqBC-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Nq_jVLjpry0/s320/Image015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241767712362925026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;it was raining and cold on tt day, dun blame me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SL5_ARl6GcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/iAq5lH_m0gw/s1600-h/IMAG0502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SL5_ARl6GcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/iAq5lH_m0gw/s320/IMAG0502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241766659004963266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;shemona CHAN and the lil soldier! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SL5-vmk6hmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wtODIpDaUZE/s1600-h/IMAG0501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SL5-vmk6hmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wtODIpDaUZE/s320/IMAG0501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241766372580165218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;siblings alike: being very very cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SL5-J6ROGII/AAAAAAAAAEw/mHMBUd6U77U/s1600-h/IMAG0498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SL5-J6ROGII/AAAAAAAAAEw/mHMBUd6U77U/s320/IMAG0498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241765725031241858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;both of them thought it was e national day. there's e kallang wave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SL59wT4608I/AAAAAAAAAEo/j2L9Md22964/s1600-h/IMAG0499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SL59wT4608I/AAAAAAAAAEo/j2L9Md22964/s320/IMAG0499.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241765285232038850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;keith was just shot by khalid. this is a celebration picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SL58xVMxmsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YVU4ViboxLk/s1600-h/IMAG0504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SL58xVMxmsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YVU4ViboxLk/s320/IMAG0504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241764203251997378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;it's been a long while since i became a ventriloquist. he's the doll..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SL58cObDbWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/M8r9L0A9p8Y/s1600-h/IMAG0497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SL58cObDbWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/M8r9L0A9p8Y/s320/IMAG0497.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241763840655584610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and finally, the main distraction on tt day, the future mat rep. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;anyway, i can't believe khalid said "abang phareez gemok, hehehehe". wth. but it's kinda true, cos even baby's mom didn't recognise me. which is a good thing. hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ps, i love u. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-405726502983989495?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/405726502983989495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=405726502983989495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/405726502983989495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/405726502983989495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/09/at-last.html' title='At Last!!!'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SL6C34-byNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ftesFUtg1Pg/s72-c/IMAG0506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-5368562159278764636</id><published>2008-09-02T10:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T11:12:35.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;baby love to camwhore in the bus when she's in the good mood. here are some of the pics when we're going out on the day i got my first pay, (actually the second one), to have fun with each other. camwhoring session coming up. (please scroll down).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i really had fun on that day, which day is it again huh?, ummm i think it's last saturday, yeah, last saturday. (please scroll down some more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bought a lil bit of food and drinks, played alot with bubbles...right baby???? hehehehe!!!&lt;br /&gt;(scroll down abit more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;after having countless times of fun, we head back home, but we ate mee goreng before i send her off. then both of us promised ourselves, that we are to find the best mee goreng in the whole of singapore, but to our preferences, not others. hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;(u're there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SLyrpXfa1hI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JD5tUCvifjk/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SLyrpXfa1hI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JD5tUCvifjk/s320/Image025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241252793521198610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;popping my pimples is her favourite pasttime when we're on the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SLyoL79hvkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9wTN4V6HSEs/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SLyoL79hvkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9wTN4V6HSEs/s320/Image024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241248989380197954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;mind u, it's painful, go cut off ur fingernails la baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SLynP0SaXeI/AAAAAAAAADw/hISs5o0oq84/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SLynP0SaXeI/AAAAAAAAADw/hISs5o0oq84/s320/Image020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241247956528160226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and then ahe'll tease me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SLymumQ-LUI/AAAAAAAAADo/kf_cr0eb6Ok/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SLymumQ-LUI/AAAAAAAAADo/kf_cr0eb6Ok/s320/Image018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241247385828339010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;kiss me..i love that..hehehehe!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SLyli036HgI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZwUP4oexPRU/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SLyli036HgI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZwUP4oexPRU/s320/Image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241246084079689218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and post for the best picture. =))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-5368562159278764636?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5368562159278764636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=5368562159278764636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/5368562159278764636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/5368562159278764636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-love-to-camwhore-in-bus-when-shes.html' title=''/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SLyrpXfa1hI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JD5tUCvifjk/s72-c/Image025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-4344286129194716790</id><published>2008-08-20T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T12:01:38.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;people all around this world are always busy. even for me and baby. for me, im busy with work, working to earn some bucks. as for baby, she busy with school and school stuff. i just wanna say that most of these people who are busy, they do make time for the people they love., especially when they can't see and meet each other for quite long. and the thing is that they can't even talk to them often. so when they make the call, they make sure that their attention is all to the person they're talking to. anyway, it's basic phone etiquette that u don't just talk to other people or divert ur attention to somewhere else when u're talking on the phone with someone, especially when u ask the person to call u, cos it's kinda rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me and baby, our time being together, seeing each other everyday, me sending her home everyday, insuring that she's safe, has been cut down ALOT. we can't even talk on the phone for so long, cos she'll be busy be in school, or when she's at home, busy doing her homework. so i really really appreciate if she could just give her attention to me whenever she's talking to me, i've said this alot of times. im just afraid that she'll make up her mind not to talk to me ever again. well, if she thinks that im not that important to her, she might make that decision. it's like u noe that u don't have time to see each other or even talk on the phone, so when u do, treasure the moment, cos let me tell u this, not only to baby, but to all of u that read this, u're gonna miss it. trust me. im just saying what i feel like saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-4344286129194716790?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4344286129194716790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=4344286129194716790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/4344286129194716790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/4344286129194716790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-time.html' title='No Time'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-2131752370773133706</id><published>2008-08-19T11:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:20:19.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  Cry alone, I've gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; No more nights, no more pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; I've gone alone, took all my strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; I've made the change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; I won't see you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Sorrow, sank deep inside my blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; All the ones around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; I cared for and loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Building up inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; A place so dark, so cold, I had to set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Don't mourn for me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; You're not the one to place the blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; As bottles call my name I won't see you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Sorrow sank deep inside my blood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; All the ones around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; I cared for and most of all I loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; But I can't see myself that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Please don't forget me or cry while I'm away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Cry alone, I've gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; No more nights, no more pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; I've gone alone, took all my strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; But I've made the change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; I won't see you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; So far away, I'm gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Please don't follow me tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; And while I'm gone everything will be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; No more breath inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Essence left my heart tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; No more breath inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Essence left my heart tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll still love u no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-2131752370773133706?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2131752370773133706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=2131752370773133706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/2131752370773133706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/2131752370773133706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/08/cry-alone-ive-gone-away-no-more-nights.html' title=''/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-107328346543523811</id><published>2008-08-16T16:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T16:59:41.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulmate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I'm Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Dear Sweetheart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my love for you is here to stay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts are with you night and day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our loving hearts entwined together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bringing true love that will last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SKaW0d2j0tI/AAAAAAAAADQ/N1ZJRlSIFgA/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SKaW0d2j0tI/AAAAAAAAADQ/N1ZJRlSIFgA/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235037444975612626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-107328346543523811?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/107328346543523811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=107328346543523811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/107328346543523811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/107328346543523811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/SKaW0d2j0tI/AAAAAAAAADQ/N1ZJRlSIFgA/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-6338419546529320544</id><published>2008-08-01T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:22:20.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sprained and tore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;today was supposed to be a good day. i decided not to go for work anymore and lodged a complain to the ministry of manpower and the CPF group. cos i didn't get my pay. anyway, since jun got his bike yesterday, i asked him whether he could follow me and send me there. so we met up in the morning, get ready, and went off. we reached MOM  and lodged the complain. after tt we decided to go for breakfast together. we ate, then set off to the CPF building. but when i just got on the bike, i was the passenger anyway, jun started moving already,(and scrambler bikes have very fast acceleration), so the motor jerked and i was shocked. i could feel that im abt to fly away, so i just grabbed jun. i didn't noe tt i grabbed his hand, which forcefully made him accelerate some more. then we hit some cab at the corner then wheelied , fell on the left side and skided abit. i was knocked out, fainted for 10-15 seconds  cos i was throwned away. got my ankle swolen and just some minor injuries. come to think of it again, the whole accident experince, it's a lesson to learn, but it was damn funny la. hahahah! sorry baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today i had lotsa fun with baby. thank u baby, i really appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love u Humaira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;overrecec. wheelied. fell. hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-6338419546529320544?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6338419546529320544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=6338419546529320544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/6338419546529320544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/6338419546529320544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/08/sprained-and-tore.html' title='sprained and tore'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-1390971593992393095</id><published>2008-07-29T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:22:17.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucked up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;get the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen up.&lt;br /&gt;listen up.&lt;br /&gt;here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a fucktup world&lt;br /&gt;and a fucktup place&lt;br /&gt;everybody's judged by their fucktup face&lt;br /&gt;fucktup dreams&lt;br /&gt;fucktup life&lt;br /&gt;a fucktup kid&lt;br /&gt;with a fucktup knife&lt;br /&gt;fucktup mom&lt;br /&gt;and a fucktup dad&lt;br /&gt;that's the fucktup cop&lt;br /&gt;with the fucktup badge&lt;br /&gt;fucktup job&lt;br /&gt;fucktup pay&lt;br /&gt;and a fucktup boss&lt;br /&gt;is a fucktup day&lt;br /&gt;fucktup breasts&lt;br /&gt; fucktup lies&lt;br /&gt;all my people, in the biggest, got the facts of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;it's really nice to see the sunset again from my room. missed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-1390971593992393095?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1390971593992393095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=1390971593992393095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/1390971593992393095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/1390971593992393095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/07/fucked-up.html' title='fucked up'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-9186492346123753587</id><published>2008-07-10T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:35:01.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Kill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;work is KILLING me. it sucks, it really does. i can't spend enough time with baby or my lepak buddies. they're kinda pissed at me for not turning up last night. but then again, i was damn tired due to work. yea, it may seem like working at 7 11 is nothing much, it's very slack and everything, but it's not. really. especially working at night. and now im gonna go work very soon, just waiting for my sister to send me. and thanks to her, i can wake up a bit later to go to work early in the morning. it's worse than school, ten times worse. so ppl out there, y'all better stay in sch as long as u can cos working life sucks. cos u wouldn't have a boss to shout at u early in the morning about something stupid and unnecessary things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i really really miss school, and the life i had in there. i wish i was still in school. well, what's done is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-9186492346123753587?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-8493639020986828501</id><published>2008-06-26T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:39:10.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;june holidays just ended recently, for the ones who are still in school. knowing the fact that baby and my other frens are gonna have exams after the holidays just upsets me more. knowing the fact that they are still going to school now but im gonna work already just sucks. sometimes i just wish that i didn't get kicked outta the school or maybe not even retained. i just wish that i would have studied harder last year for all the exams. i just wish that i would going to school with baby everyday. i just wish that i could put on a uniform and go to school like others. i just wish that i would study hard and sit for my exams like others. i just wish that i wouldn't feel ashamed and sad and angry at myself whenever i see those who go to school. because at least they are going. but look at me, i am a failure. im already working, a stupid and tiring job. to earn money. i should be going to school like others, get my certs and go to the university and have a bright future. looking at myself in this state, i don't think im ever going to survive and achieve my dreams. it's only dreams anyway. and i don't think i can ever get married to my baby. look at her, she's rich and well-off, but im, im just nothing. i've never given up on hope, but come to think of it now, maybe i should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;yeah, u got higher marks than me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-8493639020986828501?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8493639020986828501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=8493639020986828501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/8493639020986828501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/8493639020986828501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/06/failure.html' title='Failure'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-4280284555712493279</id><published>2008-06-19T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T21:06:50.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I feel insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Every single time I'm asked to compromise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; 'Cause I'm afraid and stuck in my ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; And that's the way it stays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; So how long did I expect love to outweigh ignorance? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; By the look on your face I may have forced the scale to tip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; I'm not insane, I'm not insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Come back to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;it's almost easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Come back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; it's almost easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Shame pulses through my heart from the things I've done to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; It's hard to face but the fact remains that this is nothing new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; I left you bound and tied with suicidal memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Selfish beneath the skin but deep inside but i'm not insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; I'm not insane, I'm not insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Come back to me it's almost easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Come back again it's almost easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; You'll learn your lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Come back to me it's almost easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; But still you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Come back again it's almost easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Now that I've lost you it kills me to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Hurts to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; I've tried to hold on as you've slowly slipped away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; I'm losing the fight, I've treated you so wrong now let me make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Make it alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;please don't leave me baby....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-4280284555712493279?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4280284555712493279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=4280284555712493279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/4280284555712493279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/4280284555712493279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/06/almost-easy.html' title='almost easy'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-3293924997645324106</id><published>2008-06-12T10:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T10:45:39.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulmate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>7 to the eleven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;3 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;that's the amount of days i've been working already, so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;people would think that this job s easy and relaxed. well, i don't think so. it's actually kinda tough. dealing with stocks coming in and out, the cash in the register. i've tried my best not to have any single cents of loss bt it seems like impossible. cos there will be final checks if i wanna end my work/shift. i need to do a pick up, it means i have to collect money from the cash register and drop it into a drop point. pick ups are usually done when there's an overflow of cash in ur register. there's also the float thingy where i have to maintain the amount of money in th cash register. float's around $500. dealing with alot of money seems cool,but let me tell u, it's troublesome and it sucks. seriously. cos if there's a short of cash, they'll have to cut it off from my salary. and hat sucks. so far i've experienced a total of $3.80 short of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;anyway, looking at lotsa cigarettes behind my back, like literally behind me, is soooo tempting. im like holding cartons and cartons of cigarettes, stocking them up properly. it's kinda nostalgic actually. noticing every single cigarettes, remembering when's the first time i took a puff from different kinds of cigarettes. conclusion, i've tried all of them. i just realised. hahaha. but my old time favourite is 'winston filters/reds'. actually my 'lepak' buddies love this cigarette. hahaha. but too bad. im out. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;this week, i've been working for the 'day' shift for 3 days straight. i'll be working at tonight. and i took a day off tomorrow, cos it's a SPECIAL DAY for me. my schedule would be like monday-wednesday, i'll be working from 7am till 3pm. and on thursday and friday, i'll be working from 11pm till 7am. tiring? yeah i guess so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 day to go baby. can't wait for it. it'll be our 6th already. haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;~i love u baby girl~ =))))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-3293924997645324106?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3293924997645324106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=3293924997645324106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/3293924997645324106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/3293924997645324106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/06/7-to-eleven.html' title='7 to the eleven'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-7370990025069721889</id><published>2008-06-04T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:10:42.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulmate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rugby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>THANATOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;it means the 'God of Death' or so maybe 'death bringers' or something like that. that is wad we old boys from the MI Titans call ourselves. we who can't play for the team during a divs are the Thanatosian. this group only starts from the current yr 3s and those who are out of school like me. so we had a match against the neos just now. (neos = new boys) they said it was a draw, i say they lost. the last score from them right before the whistle blew was not a try. it was soooo obvious that it's out. i pity jai though, cos he was the one who tried to score. speaking of which, me myself was like 10 inches close to scoring a point for the thanatosian. not once, but TWICE! how sad can that be??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i got comments from them that i haven't lose my steam, it means that im still up to standard, even though i think i lost a lot of stamina. i guess it's just still there inside me, at the 'basement'. i went on a rampage though when it was the second time i tried to score. that was the moment when it was like maybe 3-5 inches away from the try line. i was about to let myself fall but then suddenly, i don't know who, came and push me behind. i lost my balance and fell. WHAT A WASTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is right, my baby girl came down to watch the match and support me. so i was pumped up to play this game, and i intend to score, at least a try. but shit, i didn't. then again, i assist all the tries that we scored. the fact still remains, we won. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;nyway baby, thanks for waking up early to come down and watch the match and support me. breakfast with u was nice as usual. i love you. =))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-7370990025069721889?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7370990025069721889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=7370990025069721889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/7370990025069721889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/7370990025069721889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/06/thanatos.html' title='THANATOS'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-5143027011534264271</id><published>2008-06-03T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:10:17.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulmate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>When I Think Of YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;you're my past, my future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;my all, my everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;my six in the morning when the clock rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;and i open up my eyes to a new day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;my laughs, my frowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;my ups, my downs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;it's a feeling that you get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;when you know that something's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;when i think of love i think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i'm looking at you while you're sleeping here beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;oh, mere words can't explain the love i have inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;its more than just a physical thing, i know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;its something like spiritual connection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i feel it in my soul, heart and mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;the sweetest thing is what you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;from you i'll never be to far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;please say forever you will stay beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;you're beautiful like the colors of the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; warm hearted like the rays of the sun on a summer day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; and i got to do is look in to your eyes to lose myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; you're the substance of my dreams, epitomy of woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; the only one i truly call mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; the sweetest thing is what you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; from you i'll never be to far, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; please say forever you will stay beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;you're my past, my future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;my all, my everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;my six in the morning when the clock rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; and i open up my eyes to a new day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;my laughs, my frowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;my ups, my downs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;it's a feeling that you get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;when you know that something's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;when i think of love i think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;when i think of love, i think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;baby i love you, baby i need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;to my sweetest lover...=)))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-5143027011534264271?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5143027011534264271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=5143027011534264271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/5143027011534264271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/5143027011534264271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-i-think-of-you.html' title='When I Think Of YOU'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-6323851631434210520</id><published>2008-06-01T15:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:09:50.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulmate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Humaira</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;smiles and her laughter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;it's the only thing that i've been waiting for a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;regardless of our distance and our hope, grows greater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;trapped by pretty eyes and letters for all time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;the only thing that i've been waiting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i hope it's something worth the waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;cause it's the only time that i ever feel real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;thunder storms could never stop me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;cause there's no one in this world like my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;she's simple yet confusing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;her sparkling eyes make me weak at my words, they tremble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;days seem like years in the month of december&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;the 'winter' coldens me for i have yet to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and never will i give up trying cause you're everything to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;i love u baby girl. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Humaira'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-3725108801210489614</id><published>2008-05-01T10:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:16:51.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulmate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>fresh start!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;it's labour day today! it's the 1st of May!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;anyway, (whoa it ryhmes huh? not bad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;yea anyway, after wad me and my baby girl have gone through last month, which is soooo bad, alot of events happened throughout that brought pain and disappoinment to our hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;BUT, but, we had soooo much fun yesterday, on the last day of the month April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;i drove to school to pick baby up. everyone was in disbelief to see me drive. hahahaha!!! take that asshole! (a particular one, dun worry guys).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;anyway, i brought baby around the neighbourhood of bukit batok. then i brought her to what i think is a very very romantic place, labraudor park/nature reserve. we watched the waves together, thinking what has happened on April and stuff. it was uber nice to see the sun set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;anyway, while we're making our way out. we took a 'detour' to some place. that experience was really nice baby. i love it! thank you!! hahaha! i send baby straight home after that, like nearly in front of her house, to show off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;anyway, baby couldn't stop screaming in excitement while i was driving. cos she always dreamt about her boyfriend or should i say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;soulmate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to drive her around. well baby, your dream came through. hahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love you!!! mmmmmwwwwaaaahhhh!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-3725108801210489614?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3725108801210489614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=3725108801210489614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/3725108801210489614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/3725108801210489614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/05/fresh-start.html' title='fresh start!'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-5655275147366948817</id><published>2008-04-23T11:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:05:50.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulmate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>brutal adversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;it's been tough for the past few weeks, for me and my soulmate. considering that this is her birthday month, it's not one of the best days that she, and now me, ever came across. i guess our strength is also our biggest weakness, hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;i don't wanna dwell on this. so, let's just move on and move forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;'kay baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;i love u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-5655275147366948817?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5655275147366948817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=5655275147366948817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/5655275147366948817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/5655275147366948817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/04/brutal-adversary.html' title='brutal adversary'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-1699121038046652333</id><published>2008-04-13T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:26:52.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulmate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>rough times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;life has never been this tough for me and for my baby. but partly more on baby's side. for me, it's tough to see my friends go to school, getting themselves occupied with their school work and thier CCAs. but for me, i just sit at home and do nothing. ok fine, i do workout here and there, but it's still not enough. now, im trying to find a job and i hope i'll get this one. i don't really care what type of job i'll get, as long as it's a decent one. well, tts it for me, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;on the other hand, baby is making her way out of the hellhole. we thought april is her month for joy and happiness. yea, there is, but it seems like more on being sad and depressed. so i helped her out, adviced her about stuffs that happened in school or at home or anywhere. in school, it's tough for her cos of all the workload and the burden on her shoulders. at home, it's a whole different story. and her emotions just added to all the pain she's going through. well, it can't be helped right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;anyway, i tried to console her and cheered her up. it was good, but not for long. cos after that, there'll be something else that will pop out, something related to 'bad'. i really pity baby soooo much about what she's going through since she's not used to being in this kind of situation. that's i'm telling her that i'll always be here for her. and she's not gonna go through this all alone. plus she got her other lil feminine guardian angels that care so much about her. i really appreciate what they're doing. they're what i call true friends. don't lose them baby, or it'll be ur loss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;so, among all the bad things that happened lately, today is officially the 4th month i'm together with my baby girl. YAY!!!! (gosh, it feels like it has been like 4 years!!) our relationship turn out really good and it's getting better. we're soooo much closer than anyone could have ever been. all the promises and the plans we made, let's wish and work or way that it'll come true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;oouuuuuhhh, baby just called me by the way, she said she misses me alot and she's checking up on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;awwwwwwwwwww...babyyyyyyyyy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;i soooo &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;anyway, it's like 5 more days to baby's 18th birthday!! yay!! we plan to celebrate it with the lil feminine guardian angels on the 19th. baby, do me a favor, let's get excited on ur birthday, especially when we're celebraing it. thank u soooo much! heeeee!!! =))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;happy forth monthsary baby girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;4 down, forever to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;ps, i got a suprise for u. =))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-1699121038046652333?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1699121038046652333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=1699121038046652333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/1699121038046652333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/1699121038046652333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/04/rough-times.html' title='rough times.'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-8826569299692162959</id><published>2008-04-02T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:48:52.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>passive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dead as dead can be, my doctor tells me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I just can’t believe him, ever the optimistic one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m sure of your ability to become my perfect enemy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wake up and face me, don’t play dead 'cause maybe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someday I will walk away and say, you disappoint me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe you’re better off this way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leaning over you here, cold and catatonic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I catch a brief reflection of what you could and might have been.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's your right and your ability to become… my perfect enemy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wake up and face me, don’t play dead 'cause maybe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someday I’ll walk away and say, you disappoint me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe you’re better off this way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe you’re better off this way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe you’re better off this way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe you’re better off this way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re better of this… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you’re better off this…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe you’re better off!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wake up and face me, don’t play dead, 'cause maybe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someday I’ll walk away and say, you fucking disappoint me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe you’re better off this way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go ahead and play dead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that you can hear this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go ahead and play dead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't you turn and face me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't you turn and face me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't you turn and face me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't you turn and face me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You fucking disappoint me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passive agressive bullshit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-8826569299692162959?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8826569299692162959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=8826569299692162959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/8826569299692162959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/8826569299692162959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/04/passive.html' title='passive'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-4787363103600671535</id><published>2008-03-31T10:03:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:24:08.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulmate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>study time!! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/R_BG220csEI/AAAAAAAAABM/F-zcD3CztYw/s1600-h/SPA51128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183721079345819714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/R_BG220csEI/AAAAAAAAABM/F-zcD3CztYw/s320/SPA51128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby starting to 'study'. (she's actually just posing)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/R_BHRG0csFI/AAAAAAAAABU/JeFQdOZTMHc/s1600-h/SPA51129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183721530317385810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/R_BHRG0csFI/AAAAAAAAABU/JeFQdOZTMHc/s320/SPA51129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i couldn't understand what she's asking me either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/R_BH0m0csGI/AAAAAAAAABc/HofJ5vCX06k/s1600-h/SPA51134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183722140202741858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/R_BH0m0csGI/AAAAAAAAABc/HofJ5vCX06k/s320/SPA51134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;she finds econs very funny. i find it otherwise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/R_BIVW0csHI/AAAAAAAAABk/aNbphfqnE5E/s1600-h/SPA51132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183722702843457650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/R_BIVW0csHI/AAAAAAAAABk/aNbphfqnE5E/s320/SPA51132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;result of when baby's trying hard to study. crazy girl. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/R_BLa20csNI/AAAAAAAAACU/QkPL9hYq0jI/s1600-h/SPA51135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183726095867621586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/R_BLa20csNI/AAAAAAAAACU/QkPL9hYq0jI/s320/SPA51135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i got the answer first. heeee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/R_BJnm0csJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jNb_YPlWgsM/s1600-h/SPA51140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183724115887698066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/R_BJnm0csJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jNb_YPlWgsM/s320/SPA51140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;baby is just soooo cute when she's studying. actually whenever la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/R_BKG20csKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tMi9nPUZ95M/s1600-h/SPA51141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183724652758610082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/R_BKG20csKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tMi9nPUZ95M/s320/SPA51141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;baby is seriously studying already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/R_BKZW0csLI/AAAAAAAAACE/ze_L0LLRLpo/s1600-h/SPA51143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183724970586190002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/R_BKZW0csLI/AAAAAAAAACE/ze_L0LLRLpo/s320/SPA51143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i shudn't have irritate her when she's studying. same for y'all too. dun 'kacau' my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/R_BKz20csMI/AAAAAAAAACM/PVvv7lKiUQE/s1600-h/SPA51145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183725425852723394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/R_BKz20csMI/AAAAAAAAACM/PVvv7lKiUQE/s320/SPA51145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;her biggest distraction. ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/R_BMPG0csPI/AAAAAAAAACk/lkKBD1iWaUc/s1600-h/IMAGE_114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183726993515786482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/R_BMPG0csPI/AAAAAAAAACk/lkKBD1iWaUc/s320/IMAGE_114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;start to doodle her name all over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/R_BMFG0csOI/AAAAAAAAACc/OEJCdxqFxZA/s1600-h/IMAGE_115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183726821717094626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/R_BMFG0csOI/AAAAAAAAACc/OEJCdxqFxZA/s320/IMAGE_115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and then my name all over hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/R_BMWm0csQI/AAAAAAAAACs/MK89WHXH8Kw/s1600-h/IMAGE_116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183727122364805378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/R_BMWm0csQI/AAAAAAAAACs/MK89WHXH8Kw/s320/IMAGE_116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;adoring my name and the hearty. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/R_BMe20csRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Zinb9YPsjNw/s1600-h/IMAGE_117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183727264098726162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/R_BMe20csRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Zinb9YPsjNw/s320/IMAGE_117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fariz.&lt;/em&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so we met after baby end school for diploma. fetched her from bukit batok, we were thinking where to study. so i suggested to go over my area and study since it's uber quiet. and so we did. baby started 'studying' first. but then she stopped cos she said im a temptation for her. (u noe wad i mean baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but after awhile, baby wanted to seriously study. i took pictures of her, kept staring at her. suddenly she gave up and came over, start to get mushy and doodle our names all over our hands. it was such a great day with her. i'm looking forward for another study session with u baby! =)))))) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love u baby girl. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-4787363103600671535?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4787363103600671535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=4787363103600671535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/4787363103600671535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/4787363103600671535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-starting-to-study.html' title='study time!! =)'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/R_BG220csEI/AAAAAAAAABM/F-zcD3CztYw/s72-c/SPA51128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-1313173862862217773</id><published>2008-03-27T09:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:23:30.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulmate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;the previous blog post of mine got baby a bit pissed, as in she wanted to noe so bad, so i told her on the way to send her home. she got pissed and cant be bothered. but i was being serious with her. funny thing is, we weren't planning this but both of us said sorry at the same time. so everything go normal again. we discuss about it over the phone, the new lips-like-kissing-all-in-red-colour phone i just bought for her. it was meant for the next monthsary but since baby can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we discussed, she said that what i thought was wrong. if she had time, she would have seriously wrote me the 5-paged letter, decribing some stuff, basically about me. she dun wanna share the joy of having me as a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;soulmate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and of all the things, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; things i've done for her with the world, a.k.a blog about it. funny, but maybe that's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;just her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, baby said her speech just now, everything went well, some errors here and there but that's normal. we can't be too perfect u know. presidential week is gonna end soon. yay! hahaha! i'm still waiting for something though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;babyyyyyy????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love u more than "LOVE".&lt;/em&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-1313173862862217773?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1313173862862217773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=1313173862862217773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/1313173862862217773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/1313173862862217773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-7354541534358524389</id><published>2008-03-26T10:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T11:25:08.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;whenever i read baby's last year's posts from her blog, i somehow will feel a lil bit of jealousy. okay maybe sometimes kinda jealous. the way she talk about other guys when she had crushes on them. it's all part of the feeling infatuation, she got excited so she blogged about it. i used to get that feeling of being infatuated by alot of girls for years last time. and still now, but not as always (anyway, im attached what). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;so the feeling of jealousy came about cos maybe it's been awhile since a girl chase after me, got so excited when she sees me, just let her feelings out and do not care about other people whether they know or not, tell the whole world what i did for her, or how i make her go crazy, or simply used words that make huge impact when they so called describe or talk about me. i think it's about time for me to change back, physically, to my old self. or maybe even better. then i'll be my old self again, where i got all the girls around having infatuations and crushes towards me. i just love that feeling. so i gotta work hard to get there. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hotness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, here i come. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sarcasm, if u get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-7354541534358524389?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7354541534358524389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=7354541534358524389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/7354541534358524389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/7354541534358524389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-me.html' title='just me'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-7050508590612057575</id><published>2008-03-25T10:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:43:32.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulmate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>i love my baby girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;i miss u soooo much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it's ok, im gonna see u everyday though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;heeee!! =)))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE U BABY GIRL! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;xoxoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-7050508590612057575?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-3660338642717489592</id><published>2008-03-24T09:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T09:49:44.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulmate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>best friend.</title><content type='html'>the idea of the word 'best' means the one and only, the most favourable one amongst the others. so, the idea of the &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;word&lt;/span&gt; 'best friend', which i personally think that the word should only be in the singular form, means that there is only one &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;of all the friends&lt;/span&gt; that u think is the best.&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; so i think i've finally found my one and only true best friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;u &lt;/em&gt;asked me where have i been. now i ask u back, where have u been all my life?? yes it's true that i was searching for u throughout my whole life, but it took me like around 12-14 years to finally find u. and it is also true that u are the only one who can really 'break' me open, let me pour out everything, especially my deep deep deeeeep feelings. and yes, i also have friends that i share my secrets with, but it's really not like the major secrets that i shared and still gonna share with u. for example, my home boys, they're always there whenever i wanna talk about my school or family or my past girlfriends. but i didn't really tell 'em every single detail i told &lt;em&gt;u&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, now that i'm here for u, i know from the start when we got closer, i'm not alone anymore. i'm telling &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;u&lt;/em&gt; now that u are not alone anymore too. i'll always be there for u best friend. i'm really really happy that we're here for each other now. =)))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;i'm ur best friend. u're my best friend. we are best of friends! =)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-3660338642717489592?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3660338642717489592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=3660338642717489592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/3660338642717489592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/3660338642717489592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/best-friend.html' title='best friend.'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-2387305562467037024</id><published>2008-03-21T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T17:35:45.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GO</title><content type='html'>upon receiving my pay earlier this morning, i already planned what im gonna do later on, which is supposed to be now. but it's ok, cos im going out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister's boyfriend is going away for a journey to malaysia on his &lt;strong&gt;GSR 400&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BIKE&lt;/strong&gt;. how cool is that. i wish i could just &lt;em&gt;go &lt;/em&gt;off with him on his bike. at least i won't be as bored as i am today/now. anyway, i wish i can buy my bike now cos i really wanna ride. when will that be?? 2-3 years down the road. buy myself my OWN bike. have to start saving up then. i also hope that i will get my car license soon. cos i cant wait to get a hold on a car &lt;em&gt;legally. &lt;/em&gt;then i can drive around wherever i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn shit. so bored. luckily im having a match tomorrow. playing with the &lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;boys&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow since i'm already outta school, so im kinda considered like an alumni. hahaha. it's been awhile since i touched a rugby ball. can't wait for the match. at least now i can occupy myself with something. like planning tactics and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-2387305562467037024?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2387305562467037024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=2387305562467037024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/2387305562467037024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/2387305562467037024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/go.html' title='GO'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-2304114713760063138</id><published>2008-03-19T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T20:20:09.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;what is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;it is complex and powerful and it confuses many people. LOVE is a spiritual phenomenon. the concept cannot be defined or confined in merely the physical realm, which is why love seems to defy description. however, this physical realm is where we experience love's effects and that part can be described.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE is a continuum, but like the seven official colors in the rainbow, I've separated it, in my mind, into a few distinct concepts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some kinds of LOVE are a state of being in which the lover resides. other kinds must be actively given to the beloved, in order to be satisfied. a LOVE which only comes when the possessor of that LOVE is being loved by another first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the greatest loving relationships exist when both partners LOVE unconditionally. both are actively thinking of ways to help and please the other, without a thought of what they are getting for it, in return. each is in the relationship for the welfare of the other, not so that they can feel &lt;strong&gt;LOVED&lt;/strong&gt; themselves. they are, of course, overjoyed to receive love from the other, but for them, giving LOVE is how they are satisfied, not receiving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for indeed, to LOVE is to give. to be in a relationship for the sole purpose of receiving LOVE is &lt;em&gt;selfish and &lt;/em&gt;relationships where in the participants only give things to their partner, for what the will get back for it, are also based on selfish motivation. and selfishness is the antithesis of LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to truly LOVE, one must choose to risk everything and become absolutely vulnerable. countless people have had their hearts broken this way, but countless more have never had their hearts healed, because they would not risk enough. LOVE heals, it's miraculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lovers may break our hearts, but only LOVE can truly heal it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE as purely as you can.  I have found out that, even though I am not perfect, the LOVE I show and feel is still able to do is mindblowing, blessed miracles, making my life and and the lives of those who permit me to show my LOVE to them, more heavenly, more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;To achieve the ultimate love takes the ultimate sacrifice. I'd rather love without life, than live without love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I LOVE U BABY GIRL. =)))))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-2304114713760063138?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2304114713760063138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=2304114713760063138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/2304114713760063138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/2304114713760063138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-5999573415503669563</id><published>2008-03-18T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T18:58:34.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>BD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;today is the worst, most boring day i've ever had. woke up around 9 in the morning, bathe, then talked for abit with my sister's boyfriend, cos he picks her up to go to work. then went to go online. sit infront of the computer for like 2 hrs until my mum came back. watched the last episode of 'snoop dogg's fatherhood'. was kinda sad, touching last episode. so the day wasn't that boring in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but it got &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;worse&lt;/span&gt; when my mum left the house for work again around 12, when baby called me, told me she just woke up. went back to the computer, did nothing but just surfing some bullshit. dun even remember what i surfed about. was waiting for baby's call actually, but after an hour or so, she went online. tried to talk to her but she was busy, nvm. then she told me she was gonna go bathe. then after bathing she said she wanna go eat, since she just woke up. i bet she was super duper hungry. then after 1 and half hour or so, she called me, saying that she wanna do her work. so i only talked to her for abit like 15mins or so. but then she suddenly said she felt like sleeping, so went back to sleep. waited for 2 hrs when she called me again saying that she just woke up. talked with her sister while waiting for her to wake up. and i also tried watching tv but nothing's on it. internet connection sucks sooo bad. then i talked to baby for around 30mins. planned to go out, but didnt cos i dun feel like it anymore, since it was super bored. then i watched 'the game plan' before and after baby called. she said she wanna eat again then do her homework. so i asked her to text me when she's done eating. waited for like 45mins when&lt;em&gt; i&lt;/em&gt; started to text her. found out that her aunt came over to her house. she did her facial thing again. and she's doing her math hmwk now. so i cant be bothered to text her anymore cos im already used to being bored at home. so i went back to my computer. stared at it for abit. and now im blogging. im glad that baby's having fun with facial and stuff. and now she's getting better and better. i wish my day wasn't as &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;by the way, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BD &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;means..&lt;strong&gt;BORING DAY.&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/2908129712258122087-5999573415503669563?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5999573415503669563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=5999573415503669563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/5999573415503669563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/5999573415503669563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/bd.html' title='BD.'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-1454522741566226424</id><published>2008-03-16T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T16:22:18.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>when u're missing something.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for the first time in 3 months so far, this time me and baby didn't get ourselves quarreling or fighting over something. it's a really good thing that we didn't fight 'cos i think it's time for us to truly understand one another's thoughts and emotions. so our 3rd month went really well. (i'm still waiting for something though =)) ). anyway, after we separated again on friday, it felt super weird and sooo empty 'cos my baby is not around with me anymore. so on the way back home i was just thinking about baby and how much i miss her. it's alot okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and im still missing her. 'cos i noe it'll be like on monday when i can only get to see her. she's having flu and slight fever, so she need the rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway, after i came back home, i still have that 'something's-missing' feeling. so i kept thinking about baby all day long. we couldnt really contact each other 'cos her prepaid's really low and she slept the whole time. i guess it's a really big hole cum impact for me when baby's not around. she feels exactly the same way too. and so saturday came, talked to her only when she called me. 'cos i text her to whenever im free. she still can receive and read my msgs. so whenever i asked her to call, she did. thank u baby, i need those remedies. =)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and then suddenly, sunil called me. asked me to lepak with him and emmanuel at ang mo kio. whoa, when i stepped into the ang mo kio, it hit me 'cos last time, i always send baby home so, it's been awhile. like walking down memory lane, when we used to take the bus from amk to baby's home. when i was still smoking. hahaha. those were the days man, it felt super duper great. anyway, i came home the next morning, as in sunday morning. slept at akhtar's house, woke up 6 in the morning, change up and straight went back home. i guess i kinda miss my home and my bed. and of course, my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so now i kinda need to update my blog for abit. ouh ya. i watched this new show on youtube. it's called 'snoop dogg's fatherhood'. baby introduced me to that show. it's damn funny la, i swear. hahahahhaa!! im currently at episode 8. so baby, im way ahead of u. then again, u got homework to do. sorry. =)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;baby just called me up, told me about her really really nice x1000000 dream she had this morning. it's about us getting married. cant wait for that day. 26-27 years old huh? okay! =)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;come what may, i will love u until my dying days. =)))))))))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love u baby girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-1454522741566226424?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1454522741566226424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=1454522741566226424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/1454522741566226424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/1454522741566226424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-ure-missing-something.html' title='when u&apos;re missing something.'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-555937936457193502</id><published>2008-03-10T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:41:04.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if u're missing someone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;it's &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; more days to our &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;rd month together. seems like &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; years though. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway, it's the march holidays now. baby is having her so called 'holidays' this week. she has to go to school basically every single day. for the stoopid diploma course. monday to wednesday, then on thursday till friday, she's having her dance camp. take care of urself a'ight baby? anyway, im outta millennia institute at last. the fear of whether im staying or not is gone now. but then my 'withdrawal' symptoms are still here. it'll be worse when school reopens. wtf. im gonna miss baby. &lt;strong&gt;ALOT. &lt;/strong&gt;heck, im missing her already, every single second i dun see her, i miss her alot. now that im outta school, i hope baby will miss me(like duh fariz) and doodle my name all over her notes. heeee!!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS,  I Love You Baby Girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;im preparing stuffs now for my baby. =)))))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-555937936457193502?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/555937936457193502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=555937936457193502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/555937936457193502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/555937936457193502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-ure-missing-someone.html' title='if u&apos;re missing someone..'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-1135103208961702917</id><published>2008-02-24T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T21:24:46.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PS, I LOVE YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;woke up late this morning due to sleeping late at night. but i still did gave baby the wake up call. baby gave me &lt;strong&gt;18&lt;/strong&gt; missed calls. im soo sorry baby. baby told me that i already made it up by coming over just now to see her at gek poh shopping centre. i'm so relieved now, cos i thought i made baby upset. anyway, after the whole 'meeting', or should i call it 'bitching session' with the councils, baby badly wanted to watch a movie. guess what the movie is. 'PS, i love you'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so we went to check on the cinemas in the area, but none have it. so the nearest was at Lido, 1345. we quickly went over to Lido and bought the tickets. i bought cheeseburger for breakfast and some nachos and popcornsfor the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;once we stepped into the theatre, we had this feeling that we will get really really closer after we watch the movie. and so we did. but when we watch the movie, we cried alot. it was so sad. the movie affect us a little cos some parts to it are similar in our lives. we cried, we looked at our eyes, we kissed, it was so lovely. i feel that we are soo bonded, like really really bonded. it's like we are one now. so to all the couples and lovebirds out there, i highly recommend y'all to watch this movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;to my baby girl, humaira, u are my power, my pleasure, my faith. i miss u soo badly. can't wait to see you tomorrow. =)))))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;PS, i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;no one will ever separate us. no one. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-1135103208961702917?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1135103208961702917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=1135103208961702917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/1135103208961702917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/1135103208961702917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/02/ps-i-love-you.html' title='PS, I LOVE YOU'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-4300847876377020218</id><published>2008-02-20T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T22:23:03.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is there any hope??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;the day starts when i went off early in the morning to see my baby and sent her off to school. i obviously didn't go to school cos i thought i was kicked out. gave baby her food and a lil bit of hugs and kisses. went back home after that, waiting for my mom to call to go to the bank. already got my new atm card, with my name on it. it's not only the normal atm card, but it's also called the debit card. some sort of credit card but the limitations are lesser. anyway, went back home again after with my mom. it was so freaking bored and i really really miss my baby cos i didn't get to see her, didn't get to take care of her, in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to continue on watching the sixth season of the show&lt;em&gt; Smallville&lt;/em&gt;. really love that show. while watching, baby called me up for me to check up on her, cos i kept msging her, reminding her to take care of herself. then suddenly, baby gave me a call. she sounded panic at first, like she wanna tell me something. so she passed the phone to gayathri and she told me that my name is on the list of the JAE students. i got a shock after hearing about that. she asked me to just come down to school and just take the attendance. at the same time, try my best to appeal again. baby totally agreed with her and she forced me to come down to school on that instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i changed into my school uniform, tucked in properly and went off. while waiting for the bus, baby called me again. she sounded way more panicky then just now. she told me that the next attendance taking will be at 1215 later. i checked the time and it was 1156. damn. so i took the cab down to school, paid exactly $7 for it. baby kept calling me to ask me where am i. i guess she badly wanna meet me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met baby in school, she was waiting for me like nearly in front of the school gate. i can see all over her face that she was so happy to see me in school. duh, i had the mutual feelings. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i am posted to Neutrons 1 in JAE. when we had our school tour, i met alot of people who apparently have already missed me so much. after that we had our OG period, which is at the stadium. sitting next to emmanuel, out of nowhere baby came to sit exactly behind me. before this, i saw her walking around at the stadium. we smiled at each other, knowing that we kept looking out for each other. well, at least that's wad i did. then when emmanuel walked away to meet whoever, baby came and sit down beside me. her two other friends walked away, saying that they understand. thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, sunil also came over to sit down beside me. for the first time, the closest people in the school came to sit down beside me, at the same time, together. after talking for awhil, baby had to go off to the hall, so i went off to chill out with sunil somewhere. blah blah blah. sunil had to do detention, that's why he stayed back with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, baby called me at 5 to tell me that she's done with her dance. went to pick her up. we set off to jurong point cos she wanted to take her passport photo, the instant one. it's really fast btw, 18 seconds in fact. anyway, while on we're on the way to jurong point, baby complained to me that someone in the SC have been trying to hit her. and today, it made baby realise that when &lt;strong&gt;RIZAL &lt;/strong&gt;came too close to baby. my inside, especially the heart was burning so furiously when i heard about this. so i adviced baby to stay away from him, don't even look at him, don't een talk to him, can but i only if she &lt;strong&gt;NEED &lt;/strong&gt;to. keep alot of distance away from him. i'm so gonna talk to him tomorrow. ask him what's his problem and stuff. and if he still continue to do this again, i swear, im gonna change the word 'pain' to '&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fariz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;' in his dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, as usual, i sent baby home, then we talked for abit before we separated. i cant stop thinking about what happened to baby. i'm so restless now. please humaira, take care of urself. had a rough day, so yeah, tts all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;baby, please take care of urself and remeber what we've promised to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-4300847876377020218?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4300847876377020218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-8760715098483653622</id><published>2008-02-19T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T21:45:30.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUGE IMPACT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;it's been a rough day for me today. i didn't know it will turn out this bad. i was kinda expecting it, but still no this bad. i guess today made a &lt;strong&gt;huge impact &lt;/strong&gt;in my life.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;i woke up early this morning to pick baby up from her house, to give her a suprise, since she have to go to school early, i'd like to be with her. anyway, i miss her so much. so went off to school. the thought of me staying in school or not kept bugging me the whole day. so directly after the morning assembly, the &lt;em&gt;'permanent' &lt;/em&gt;students were called up. today was the day when we know whether we're able to stay in this school or not. names were called, separated into two groups, one is safe; confirm staying, the other one still pending. from my class, all of us were called. they told us that we'll be having a meeting with the authorities at 12pm. so they were keeping us in suspense which we all really hate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so i waited, talked to baby, told her that i was really scared and stuff. she was more afraid and worried for me, and i thank u for that baby. i really really appreciate it. at that point of time too, i really really need u. so, thank u again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i can't run away from time, so it happened. i got to know that i was kicked out of school. i broke down, literally. i can't bottle up my feelings towards the situation. so the councilor talked to me, telling me there are other ways to achieve success. but i'm telling u, the BEST way is to let me stay here. she agree with me on that. so i requested to talk to the principal alone, just me and him. i didn't know he is a heartless person, with ridiculous reasons to kick me outta school. he kept denying that i didn't change my attitude and stuff. tts ridiculous la. compare me now and me last year. gimme two months i'll come late like five times. but now only once. not only that, i would have skipped lessons like a million times but this time, once. it's all in the records. open your eyes. he said i made him a &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt; like a fool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;after the whole process, went to meet baby, and i totally broke down in front of everyone. it was like dramatic that both of us cried. baby really really keep me in comfort and keep consoling me. i couldn't bottle up anymore anyway. shazana, shikin and jordin also the whole dramatic scene. both of the girls started crying too. for me and baby, it was like we're getting separated from ourselves. baby couldn't stop crying and thinking about me. totally changed the mood for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when shaza and shikin wanted to go home, after they finished crying, they consoled me not to cry anymore. i think it was too sad for them so before they left, they teared abit more and gave the last goodbyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went home after that, changed, went to pick baby up from school, cos i still wanna talk to her. before that i met sunil. he told me that he'll help me fight my place. thank u sunil, i really appreciate it. then met baby, talked until i send her home. now, i realise how much i mean to her and how much she care about me, and how much she loves me. i cant stop thinking about u too baby, i really do. we talked abit more when we reached her house area. by then the atmosphere was different, we've already started cheering up. suddenly, we met her parents. our hearts was like beating freaking fast, cos this was unexpected. her mum asked baby why she didn't bring me home. ok, i was kinda shocked to hear that but at the same time, really happy. so i guess i've met her parents too. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;to my dear humaira, i am soo thankful that u have been beside me, supporting me all day long. i couldn't ask for more. i really really appreciate it. thank u for being so concern about me, getting so worried. i couldn't ask for more. i realise how lucky i am to get u. but one thing baby, u will always be in my mind and my heart. and i will be there for yours too. i'm missing u terribly already, thinking about this. let's just hope it will eventually turn out good. once again, thanks u so much. I LOVE U BABY. =))))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;unfairness in this world. all bullshit. we'll fight this together. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-8760715098483653622?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8760715098483653622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=8760715098483653622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/8760715098483653622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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house, but i was too tired to even wake up la. wth. i noe u're upset baby, tts why i'm soo sorry. i swear, what happened this morning will not ever happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i came to school rushing, took the cab, wishing i would meet baby eventually, but didn't happen. so i waited until it was the morning assembly. then something very disturbing happened. my techer 'unintentionally' came up to me and emmanuel asking for the name of our geog teacher. so i played along and asked her what is it for. she said it's for her to ask for feedbacks for us, the retainees. she added that the retainees in the class most likely to get &lt;em&gt;kicked out&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;got me really scared. i totally blocked out my whole surroudings and kept thinking about it all day long. since then, i really need u baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, i saw baby. i was soo happy to see her. talked to her for awhile, hugged for a bit and kissed her on the forehead. i miss her soo much. she told me that she was soo afraid for me. and that if i got kicked outta school. after school, when baby had her second break, went to meet her again. sat with her for one period and i was really touched when she grabbed my hand the whole break. i need that too. and then zul told me something that bothers me too. something that concerns my baby. so i asked zul to help me out and he will. thanks zul. i really appreciate it. and then i went off to meet sunil. talked to him about wad i'm afraid of and stuff. but he kinda assured me that nothing's gonna happen. but i'm still worried. u noe, who noes??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got baby some token of love and wrote her a letter how sorry i am about today. i think baby was touched by it. =) went off for rugby and then came back. we took the cab home to cut down the travelling time from school to her house 'cos i wanna talk to baby. i showed my inner emotions where almost no one/outsider have ever see it. showed her how scared i am about tmr. but baby just held on to me and console me that it's gonna be ok. then baby went home with my jacket so that she could use it tonight. and so that will remind her of me. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;thank u baby for being there today when i really really need u. u noe, this sounds cliche, but i can't really survive without u beside me. i was and still am touched when u showed me how concern and caring u really are towards me. i hope this will continue for the rest of our lives. i love u baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;now we both know how much we need each other for. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-4011211576959298165?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4011211576959298165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=4011211576959298165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/4011211576959298165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/4011211576959298165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-scared.html' title='super scared'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-8820812079464799281</id><published>2008-02-17T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:51:18.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer</title><content type='html'>my sister told me that love is a &lt;strong&gt;strong bond between one another&lt;/strong&gt;. especially between your &lt;em&gt;soulmates.&lt;/em&gt; so today i've decided to create a stronger bond between me and my baby and i did. we went to 'Gretna Green' again today, just the both of us, with no other other distractions. we spent hours talking, looking at one another, have lots and lotsa fun, and most importantly build that stronger bond. the place was abit smaller than the last one we had but the rest area was perfect. as in it came in &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 'shosshalate' and vanilla ice blended from coffee bean in the morning was super nice. brought some bread from home since my house is a 'bread factory' and baby brought the &lt;em&gt;uber &lt;/em&gt;nice cereals i gave her and 2 bottles of coke. it was like a picnic today. hahahaha. =)))))) baby gave me the best time of my life so i had the best day in my whole life. it is soo much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tts all for now. talking to baby now. so yeah. bye! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love u baby. mmmmwwaaaahh! =))))))))))))))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-8820812079464799281?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8820812079464799281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=8820812079464799281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/8820812079464799281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/8820812079464799281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/02/closer.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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was, &lt;em&gt;i think she missed me. &lt;/em&gt;hehehehe! so i skipped my lit lesson, for the last time, hopefully, went to grab &lt;em&gt;Burger King's&lt;/em&gt; breakfast. so me, my baby, fiona, champs, keith, albert and ye tat went off to eat together. once we reached west mall, fiona and champs wanted to get smth from old chang kee. so it came to me that i should take what i ordered from &lt;em&gt;Express Flowers. &lt;/em&gt;and so i did collect it. while talking to felza on the way to BK, he thought the flowers was for him, hahaha, my heart was beating sooo f**cking fast cos i was super scared that baby won't like it. i tried to hide it, but it was too big. took a deep breath before stepping in, and she saw what i was holding. that &lt;em&gt;bouquet of roses.&lt;/em&gt; she was kinda shocked and amazed, i guess..., when i gave it to her. everyone there was like "WOAH!". in their hearts or maybe literally saying it, i don't know. baby gave me a BIIIIIGGGGG hug when i gave it to her. i was so relieved that she love it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;phew....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after we ate, we tried to step in to the arcade cos me and fiona badly wanted to play DAYTONA. hahahaha! but too bad, we were &lt;strong&gt;partially&lt;/strong&gt; in school unifrom. wth. so we decided to go somewhere else. and that was home, mostly for the rest of 'em. baby wanted to sleep so badly but i wanted to watch a movie. so i told her we go catch the movie "Jumper". we got 2 tickets and went inside. then i was confidently thinking that we could sit anywhere, based on experience, we could. so we decided to sit at the &lt;em&gt;couples&lt;/em&gt; area.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;we were happily having fun when some auntie came up to us and asked for our tickets. damn u old hag. so we shifted to our so called "&lt;strong&gt;original"&lt;/strong&gt; seats and continue watch the movie. anyway folks, it's a freaking good movie, just that it's kinda short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the movie we head back to school cos baby had SC meeting. waited for hours cos baby had lotsa work to do. talked to althea throughout the hold time while waiting for baby, she was waiting for her baby. we talked about what we did for V-Day for our baby. i didnt know althea was so sweet and vice versa. heeee!! finally, baby finished her meeting and we went home by taking the bus. and for the first time, my mum wasnt angry at all about me sending her home. baby was craving for some chocolates, so i got her cravings and mine too, starbucks strawberry creme. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to 'our' place to talked about stuffs. we're sooo lovey dovey nowadays after our monthsary and V-Day. =)))))))))&lt;br /&gt;i so love u baby. baby was so scared when she wanted to go home cos of the bouquet of roses which is kinda huge to stuff in her bag. she tried to cover it up with her sweater but ended up not hiding it. so baby went home and her mum and grandparents was there in the living room. saw that bouquet of roses and started asking baby who was it from. baby told them it's from me. told u that they won't get mad. ur mum love it baby. heeee! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im kinda like talking to baby now, so i gotta go. ummm, i shud stop here right?? yeah i shud. *'puuuuffffffff'*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyway baby, i loooooovvve u sooooooooo much!!!! =))))))))))))&lt;/em&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/2908129712258122087-6286659756443958199?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-7056211264954267074</id><published>2008-02-14T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T10:52:25.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;a'ight, it's been awhile since i blogged. maybe bcos im not good at it. but knowing that my baby read it, i guess i wanna add smth to my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;apparently today is V day. aka Valentine's Day. and yesterday was our 2nd month being together. it's been UBER wonderful spending the whole 2 months together with u baby. eventhough there's some unpleasent moments, breaking of hearts, getting pissed, we still went thru the obstacles together. and i hope we'll continue doing it, but just dun create lotsa obstacles. do u noe the similar thing happened when it's our first month together? we had doubts and stuffs, but we worked it out fine. we both know that we really love each other, VERY VERY MUCH. tts why it always turn out really good. eventually we got really close and feelings for each other really blossom. i dun wanna talk about the bad memories we had, since it's BAAAAAADDDDD. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just sucks la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and we promise that that wun happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;anyway, that's it for now. gotta run for lessons since i already promise. and baby, i tucked in my shirt today. =))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier 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New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;u have no idea how much u mean to me and how much i love u. =)))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-7056211264954267074?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7056211264954267074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=7056211264954267074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/7056211264954267074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/7056211264954267074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2008/02/celebration.html' title='celebration'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-6899083243484211028</id><published>2007-10-19T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T12:28:06.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SELAMAT HARI RAYA!!!!! =)</title><content type='html'>selamat hari raya everyone! hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;maaf zahir dan batin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway. this year's hari raya ain't that fun as they were before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not many people from my family celebrate hari raya together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but at least there were some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all of us grow up already. all my cousins and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahah! love 'em all. i love the part during hari raya where my family will drive together to go places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 cars moving around together. horning at each other. sometimes race with each other. my uncles and cousins are the coolest people in the world man!anyway. here are some pics taken during hari raya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoy! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/Rxgw_0GD5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tdBctMPoSZA/s1600-h/hr12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122898449007895602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/Rxgw_0GD5DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tdBctMPoSZA/s320/hr12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I1xPzGK5pp0/RxgxcEGD5EI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WUwDk9vHzFg/s1600-h/hr3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122898934339200066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-2740449465625650017</id><published>2007-10-06T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T18:14:48.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the good and bad times</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;in this world. there are the good times. and the bad times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and i. obviously. have these times. ok. pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;let's make long story short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yesterday night my fren had his practical for his bike. and he failed again. twice. i was affected. cause i was waiting there. hoping he could pass his prac. but sadly. he did not. and so he got pissed. and i got pissed too. (but for no reason). and today. i went to visit my peeps at jalan bahar. aka the graveyard. i drove around the grave and it was damn cool ah. i love driving. it brings me joy. anyway. i nearly crashed to a vios when i was turning. dammit. stupid driver. i was better than him i swear. and then. went to IMM. was really really tired. and thirsty. (i'm fasting!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm gonna go fishing with my homies tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;am i suppose to end there??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i shud??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;end of story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&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/2908129712258122087-2740449465625650017?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2740449465625650017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=2740449465625650017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/2740449465625650017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/2740449465625650017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2007/10/good-and-bad-times.html' title='the good and bad times'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908129712258122087.post-4999222367253555812</id><published>2007-09-23T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T14:53:21.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>u can't believe this is happening..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;forgive me to all those people i said that blogging is gay and pathetic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;now, i've started to try it out and u noe see if this will make my life interesting..and yah..thanks to my dearest fren shikin, she influenced me to create this blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;actually i dunno how y'all start typing stuffs out on this blogging thing, but i will try to do my best to write some stuffs about my life, events that happened  or will happen and i think some of yu will appreciate by reading my blog..so..i'm telling u first i'm not that good at this kinda stuffs..i need all the help i can get from yu people..u noe..basically how to change my profile, how to put some pics on my blog..how to link between one another..and so much more..teach me yah..and i will do my best to put up something nice for yu people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so..maybe to start off i'll write something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well..actually there's nothing much going on today..but i went to geylang yesterday..bought my hari raya dress..3 of them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it was soooooo hot yesterday..i was like perspiring alot while walking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it was packed will people..especially all those motherfucking bikers..damn it..made alot of noise..fucking attention seekers..and those makciks who will just stand there and not moving..stupid people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;anyway..went back home at 1 yesterday..bought loads of stuffs..from clothes to foods..basically..it was nice la..lively..but i still dun like the fact that malays nowadays do not preserve the culture they use to have..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe a few years down the road..it'll be gone..u never noe..sticking to western culture is not what we are taught in our culture..like DUH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but heck..nobody cares..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sigh..tomorrow is gonna be the start of  the 'hell week'..which is my promotional exams..monday till thursday and some more papers on next monday and tuesday..soo..wish me  luck!! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908129712258122087-4999222367253555812?l=rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4999222367253555812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2908129712258122087&amp;postID=4999222367253555812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/4999222367253555812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908129712258122087/posts/default/4999222367253555812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rugbylivesforever.blogspot.com/2007/09/u-cant-believe-this-is-happening.html' title='u can&apos;t believe this is happening..'/><author><name>Farizpaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02602506892184377403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
