<?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-12570684</id><updated>2011-09-26T14:24:31.443+08:00</updated><category term='Likey~'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Emotions'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>BlueVirgo</title><subtitle type='html'>The Depth of One's Heart, Mind and Soul</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-2634803744374771020</id><published>2007-11-26T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T18:03:51.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Likey~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Mmmmm....MoooViiiieeee~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Haven't write for a long time..&lt;br /&gt;and I'm going to start writing here from now!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I so so soooo want to watch this movie!!&lt;br /&gt;Getting so hooked up by watching the trailer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;And the plus factor: MCDREAMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Ooowwweeeeeeee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Yang, Enchant me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Ihik!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T9-p4j7NAQ/R0qYWE9mVpI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BDifg4UK0ls/s1600-h/enchanted-poster-433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137085830026122898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T9-p4j7NAQ/R0qYWE9mVpI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BDifg4UK0ls/s320/enchanted-poster-433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5T9-p4j7NAQ/R0qYD09mVoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OSDzJ8aohJY/s1600-h/enchanted-poster-433.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/12570684-2634803744374771020?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/2634803744374771020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=2634803744374771020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/2634803744374771020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/2634803744374771020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2007/11/mmmmmmoooviiiieeee.html' title='Mmmmm....MoooViiiieeee~~'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5T9-p4j7NAQ/R0qYWE9mVpI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BDifg4UK0ls/s72-c/enchanted-poster-433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-7226925253501141297</id><published>2007-07-14T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T01:04:50.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>provide me with love, pls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Work is aging me. Fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Being home late at night everyday is draining my energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Moreover, I am a morning person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I'm not used to waking up at 11 or 12 in the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;The people in my team has been here for more than a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;And I'm the newest childborn at only a week old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;How am I supposed to catch up with all of them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Having had their training and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I am only a week old and now they're expecting me to walk all by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;With no time to relax, with no formal training and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;This may be what people call: a test for me to get through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;But I have to admit, that I am pressured right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I have no confidence and faith in myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Yes, although I told myself before that I'm going to improve on this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;But I seemed to fail every time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I was hoping he would calm me down with his soothing words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Not try and make me feel more like this useless person that has no self-confidence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;with low self-esteem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Which I know that I have all these qualities...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;But to me, he's not sounding as if he's supporting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It may be my misunderstanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It might be after all, my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;But right now, I'm all negative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So, anyone want to try to push me into positivity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-7226925253501141297?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/7226925253501141297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=7226925253501141297&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/7226925253501141297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/7226925253501141297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2007/07/provide-me-with-love-pls.html' title='provide me with love, pls!'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-6775905235017314710</id><published>2007-06-04T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T11:08:21.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Dream vs Reality</title><content type='html'>At most time, I dream a perfect dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Be engaged with the person I could not live without.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Have a permanent job which I love with a good salary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Get married with him who I choose to live with my entire life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Be a great and known photographer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Build my own dream businesses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Have 3 kids during early age and another in my 40s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Statistically, I would say my dream consist of a confidence level, 80%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where did the other 20% go?&lt;br /&gt;That's where the reality knocks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I can't be engaged unless he has a stable income (that's according to him. I thought you can't get MARRIED unless you don't have a stable income?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Being someone with low experience, I have to accept whatever job that's offered to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Getting married is soooo out of question now!! It'll be years before it can happen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Without DSLR, how can I be that? Though I'm learning the theory, I still have to learn to handle the camera.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I don't have the money. But I'm going to do it someday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;He doesn't want 4 kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And that is why reality sucks.&lt;br /&gt;But we are in it. We are not living in a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Well, unless if you're Siti Nurhaliza (I really dislike her, but you have to admit, she's living a dream) or Maya Karin aka the Malaysian Princess (oh, how she really is THE Malaysian beauty!).&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T9-p4j7NAQ/RmOB5y0HmBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QPlIMdgtkW4/s1600-h/929098239_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T9-p4j7NAQ/RmOB5y0HmBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QPlIMdgtkW4/s320/929098239_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072040435242211346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But yes, learn to be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;Like my cousin said to me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Bersyukurlah ILynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Be thankful, ILynn).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I am.&lt;br /&gt;At times I feel like the hard life is on me, but I should remember that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God never gives us things that we cannot handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;So, I believe that one day I will have that dream. With 80% confidence level, it is almost as if I WILL be living it. Who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Once you learn to be thankful in your current life, you might have a great satisfaction in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;So, Be Thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-6775905235017314710?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/6775905235017314710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=6775905235017314710&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/6775905235017314710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/6775905235017314710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2007/06/dream-vs-reality.html' title='Dream vs Reality'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5T9-p4j7NAQ/RmOB5y0HmBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QPlIMdgtkW4/s72-c/929098239_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-1838476728966200451</id><published>2007-05-23T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T18:11:13.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't ask me</title><content type='html'>I don't know how sex feels like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-1838476728966200451?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/1838476728966200451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=1838476728966200451&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/1838476728966200451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/1838476728966200451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-ask-me.html' title='Don&apos;t ask me'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-9123960149703606194</id><published>2007-04-24T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:11:59.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I love romance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;It makes my heart go boom-boom-boom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Yeehahhh..and love goes bloom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;(Apa yang aku merepek ni?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I'm outta my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-9123960149703606194?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/9123960149703606194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=9123960149703606194&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/9123960149703606194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/9123960149703606194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2007/04/boom.html' title='Boom!'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-3330944350829198079</id><published>2007-03-11T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T10:18:48.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I have to tell myself everyday that it'll be 5 freaking long years before the big thing happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I so badly wanted it to happen quick but he keeps me guessing with his attitude that it's not going to happen any sooner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I have to remind myself that it'll be 5 freaking long years to keep myself from exaggerating of our 'big day'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm not wanting this merely for the sake of being married or whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I am sure I can go through whatever obstacles that'll come after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;It's just the whole modern world thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I dislike modern. Modern smells filthy to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Sex is so open nowadays that people don't think twice before doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't want to go into that. But the devil's desire is increasing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I am a muslim. And I want to preserve that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;So, I don't think marriage is a wrong thing when you're young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;You just have to have support, faith in each other and God, and go through it just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;But yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Modernisation is cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-3330944350829198079?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/3330944350829198079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=3330944350829198079&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/3330944350829198079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/3330944350829198079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2007/03/modern.html' title='Modern'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-5130249004301467189</id><published>2007-02-24T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T02:12:33.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate love</title><content type='html'>When you're hurt, you don't want to see that person who hurts you.&lt;br /&gt;But when he calls, you don't have the heart to reject his calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-5130249004301467189?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/5130249004301467189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=5130249004301467189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/5130249004301467189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/5130249004301467189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-hate-love.html' title='I hate love'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-8949297952689259480</id><published>2007-02-24T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T01:36:32.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No way to what ifs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Okay. Scratched that engagement thingy. As of now, I will not going to talk much about it. Will not plan so much either. And will not expect too much of it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Sometimes, our expectations can surprise us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; Yeap, true to that Meredith (from Grey's Anatomy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I had been thinking. This whole thing, it's too early isn't it? Or am I just wrong there? A friend of mine said that it's alright to plan ahead. But when &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; comes up with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;what ifs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; questions, it simply breaks my heart. I had never thought of any what ifs. Should I even think of the what ifs? All these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;what ifs  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;questions make me throw my hopes and dreams of us. But I must admit that there is still left a glimmer in me. Hoping. For us to really work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Another friend of mine asked me just about few hours ago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"What if he's not there anymore?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I told him straight away, without thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"I don't know how to live again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I guess a quote I once read is true : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;"Love to a man is something. But to a woman, love is everything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Anyway, I have decided that I am not bounded to him anymore. Well, not yet. So, I might as well just do the things I want to do before the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;what ifs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;or the real thing happen. I absolutely don't want to miss out on things that I can do while I'm not legally attached. So, right now it is all up to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-8949297952689259480?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/8949297952689259480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=8949297952689259480&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/8949297952689259480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/8949297952689259480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-way-to-what-ifs.html' title='No way to what ifs'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-4260614338236487214</id><published>2007-02-14T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T16:20:21.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engaged?</title><content type='html'>I am both anxious, scared and excited to be engaged.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to plan the details for the engagement.&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to think of what to do for the engagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Am I too excited when I shouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely crazy, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-4260614338236487214?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/4260614338236487214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=4260614338236487214&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/4260614338236487214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/4260614338236487214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2007/02/engaged.html' title='Engaged?'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-6869886356201664225</id><published>2007-01-23T10:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T10:33:34.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Guys (with a sigh)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Guys. They are so complicated and scornful beings. Guys think they can just pull anything off. And not being punished for it. Guys suck at getting a girl feels right. And sometimes, when there are girls among the guys’ group, they simply forget that the girl is A GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I am what people often call one of the guys. It’s amazing how I always think that guys are so damn irritating and spiteful, but yet I get along so well with them. There countless times they make fun of me. And sometimes it hurts me. But I rarely portray it in front of them. Most of the time, I laugh at my own ‘silliness’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;But some guys tick so quickly when I get sarcastic with them. Now, THAT I don’t understand. Hey, you can make me look like a fool (in front of other guys as a major plus), but when I try to make a simple joke, it ticks you off? Did it ever occur to you that I, too, feel the same way when you did the same thing to me? (I sighed). I’m telling you. Some guys are so clueless on how to treat a girl the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;One thing that I can say about my guy friends back home and am proud of is, they dig me for who I am and they actually like me! Sometimes I do take their words by heart and maybe at certain times they also take mine by heart. But we know clearly that sarcasm and jokes are part of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And the thing about having boyfriends. Especially one who is the opposite of you. Like...he’s an Arsenal freak and you’re the MU fan (Fact: Man U and Arsenal are forever arch rivals). Yup, like THAT opposite. It’s heart-twisting when you watch a ManU-Arsenal match together, Arsenal won…and he starts talking endlessly and proudly over how his team won. It’s heart-wrenching when he doesn’t remember (plus doesn’t seemed to care) that you’re an MU supporter and is actually feeling down with the outcome of the game (Fact: Guys always think that girls only pretend to be interested in football).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;On another point, there was a lady who said that, the good thing about having a guy is, when you have stupid problems or some sort, he’ll hold you in his arms and said, &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;“It’s okay. It’s not stupid. Those things matter to you.”&lt;/span&gt; Oh, how I wish for that to happen to me! All I get is, &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;“Come on…you’re fretting over some stupid stuff. Can you just let it go?”&lt;/span&gt; Can’t you guys get it? I want to be comforted! Not being babbled at how I fret over stupid things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Yes. Guys. Arrogant, complicated, ridiculous beings. However, in a weird sort of way, we’re ladies are stuck &lt;strong&gt;happily&lt;/strong&gt; with them. And in addition to what I just wrote earlier, I am actually love-struck by one of them. God help me, he must. And he must have loved me too! =) Yes, life works in a weird, scornful and sardonic ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-6869886356201664225?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/6869886356201664225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=6869886356201664225&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/6869886356201664225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/6869886356201664225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2007/01/guys-with-sigh_23.html' title='Guys (with a sigh)'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-116593405877723348</id><published>2006-12-12T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:34:18.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Married to Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's been a while since I posted new entry. But it doesn't matter right? These few weeks has been full of something I guess. My ups and downs in life, my practical thingy, etc. If you read my&lt;a href="http://virgobiru.blogspot.com"&gt; malay blog&lt;/a&gt;, you should know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I'm in the phase of changing. Myself. Into a better person. Hopefully. And into becoming a much stronger, positive and mature person. I have to do this for the sake of my future and of course, my relationship. Serious relationship in fact. We've planned and we plan to make it work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;For the meantime, I think I'm happily married to happiness. Haha. Well, I'm happy for these past days and I intend to be happy for the next few weeks too. Hopefully (again). People say if you act happy, eventually that feeling just takes over you. And I am currently trying to achieve that. Thank God, so far it has proven to be very true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I answer the phone (to my boyfriend) with happiness, and I found myself being able to accept that he is far from me yet we can meet if I just take time to be patient. Believe me, I haven't felt like that for quite some time now. And I feel happy to be able to get that feeling back! Yea! I am most grateful that people around me (mostly them being friends I haven't actually met in real life), are encouraging me and supporting me throughout this phase. Really, I feel so blessed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I love my bf, I love my friends (yes, that means YOU!) and I am loving the new me (I am determine to make it last). Virgo is a strong sign. And although I fell, it's time for me to get back up again and re-show my strength. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Bluevirgo, you go girl!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-116593405877723348?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/116593405877723348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=116593405877723348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/116593405877723348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/116593405877723348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2006/12/married-to-happiness.html' title='Married to Happiness'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-116125909459642941</id><published>2006-10-19T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T19:58:18.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt like u've worked your ass off over something and it still come short? You have put a lot (when I say a lot it means a whole LOT) of effort at something you want to accomplish but people are saying that it's just not enough. I am facing one right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My r/ship. I have gone through so many, many changes...and yet, he's still not satisfied with what I've become. I've changed my lifestyle, I've changed my appearance, I've changed my attitude...still it's never enough for him. I asked myself few hundred times already, what more do I have to do? He said that he loved me just the way I am. But why do I have the feeling that he's trying to make me into one of his fantasy girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad. Sad because he always say that he knew me well. But does he? Why did he make me cry then? And I'm sad because I cannot be his fantasy girl. That no matter how much I try, it will never be enough. I told him that to change, I need time. Right now, he's not giving me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that most girls would want him as a bf. A non-smoker. Perfect child for any parents. Respectful to the elders. Would do anything for his girl...well, not everything I supposed. He reckon that I am lucky to have someone like him. So is most of my frens anyway. I just wish...he would stop hurting me like today. Lose his horrible temper. I hate it. I hate to be screamed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm too weak. I wish I can just run off to my frens and tell them about my problems. But I've changed my lifestyle. For him. And I'm left alone. With no one to share my problems with. Here I am. Wanting to cry again. Alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-116125909459642941?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/116125909459642941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=116125909459642941&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/116125909459642941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/116125909459642941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-115637624601143834</id><published>2006-08-24T07:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T07:37:26.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't ask anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His words were hurtful. I received a msg this morning from him and it kinda tears my heart. I asked myself...what is wrong? What have I done? But it seems...everything from me is just not right. Am I asking too much? Am I being too difficult? Am I spending too much of your money?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I won't do that again. Okay. You don't have to come and see me. Okay. You don't have to call me. Not even once. I can live. You don't have to say you love me anymore. I know. You don't have to try to please me. And you don't have to try to understand me. Yes, I am a workaholic so I can basically just focus on what I have to do and what I want to do. You can say what you want of me...yes, I am all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we can just get married, and have all these far apart problems away. But apparently we can't. I have to wait. So, I'll wait. What more can I ask? Well, now I ask for nothing. I ask for nothing except that you will always love me until the day I die. If love comes with money, I don't want any of it. I just want love without the material stuff and whatsoevernots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Certainly...I really do think that I need to find that calm place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-115637624601143834?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/115637624601143834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=115637624601143834&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/115637624601143834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/115637624601143834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-wont-ask-anymore.html' title='I won&apos;t ask anymore'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-115632840296271230</id><published>2006-08-23T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T18:20:02.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still alive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I haven't been updating this blog for a while I know. It's just that I have 2 blogs now...and I can only update one at a time. Plus...it's also due to the fact that I am really busy with work here at TV3. Man! Coming up to Fasting month and Raya, there are so much work around here. But although they are all fretting about work, so far...it's all good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I'm having constant shoulder ache...especially when I'm doing work in front of the PC all the time. I just wish someone would volunteer to massage me. That'll be reeaaally good! Moreover, I haven't had enough rest for such a long time. I work 5 days a week. And on weekends, I go to see my bf who is obviously far away from here. Usually we take turns in seeing each other...but the last 3 weeks, I've been going to him. This week, he wanted to see me. He asked me to go to him again. HOnestly, I want him to come see me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My parents are currently out of town. That's a problem because if he wants me to go where he is, I can't. I depend on public transports. I know I can't ask much of him. He calls me everyday. When we go out, he pays for me. Even if I want him to come here, it's going to cost him. A day trip costs RM50. And that's only the fuel and toll. It's so hard being far away from each other and constantly missing him every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm trying to stay focus on my work so that I don't have to always keep thinking of him. We've got many, many more years to come...and it's crucial for me to be understanding of his position and also keep with my faith in our r/ship. I never doubt in us and I promise myself that I never will. It's just the years that I have to withstand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And even though I always seemed impatient and fragile of us...somehow I know I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-115632840296271230?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/115632840296271230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=115632840296271230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/115632840296271230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/115632840296271230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2006/08/still-alive.html' title='Still alive...'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-115410181166954884</id><published>2006-07-28T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T23:50:11.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under-mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Want to know what I feel now? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Not in the mood&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not in the mood to just simply talk to anyone, not in the mood to eat (even though my tummy is calling for sumthing...i think!), not in the mood to try and be happy, not in the mood to go to work tomorrow (but I have to), not in the mood to drive, not in the mood to chat, ...etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why the heck am I in front of the computer&lt;/span&gt;? Well, because I'm not a sleeper kinda person. I only go to sleep when it's bedtime. Because at that time, my body respond to my brain telling me to shut my system. So, I go on the computer. I love the computer because with it, I can write, be creative and do my own thing. But right now I am having shoulder pain...the result from working too much on the comp (but my job requires me to!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;My bf and I had a fight (part of why I'm not in the mood). I guess life is not a glass full huh? And I couldn't believe that I fell for a fairy tale story. I forget about what I remembered so long ago. Love and faith to religion and God is permanent, eternity...whereas love to other people, maybe not. I believed that he would always love me and never turn away. I believed our love is eternity. I believed that he would never get bored of me. I believed he wants me for who I am. I believe he would be fine with me now and in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;But I realized...that one day...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; someday...everything that I believed in will eat me up. He would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; forget about me. Lost his love for me. He would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; get bored of me. And fly away from me. It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hurts me&lt;/span&gt;...it hurts me so deeply inside, so much that I feel my heart is slicing itself and tearing itself to bits. I cried thinking of the possibilities. In my cries, I asked God to help me. I know I have done countless sins and yet, I still hope that He would forgive me and help me. I asked Him to guide me in every decisions I make and to guide me getting through my faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I don't know what to do now. Either lie down or finish my work. I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 jobs&lt;/span&gt; which I have to finish by Monday. Unfortunately, I have to go to work tomorrow. My shoulder is aching hard. I hope it's nothing serious. Anyway, I thought about dying just now. I hope that I can die repented from my sins and being faithful to my religion. I asked God to help me in achieving my goal. If I am meant to die early, please help me solve anything that is unsolved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;p/s: I know he would read this. If not today, then tomorrow. If not tomorrow, some day. Just to let him know that I am deeply and terribly   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SORRY&lt;/span&gt;. I am emotionally fragile and it's best if I just be quiet for a while. Daa~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-115410181166954884?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/115410181166954884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=115410181166954884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/115410181166954884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/115410181166954884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2006/07/under-mood.html' title='Under-mood'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-115374896167472523</id><published>2006-07-24T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T22:47:28.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In His hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Being in love&lt;/span&gt;. So many people out there think it's as easy as 1,2,3. And many think that being in love is so beautiful. It's beautiful when everything is right. It then turns bitter when the monster's out from the closet. Yesterday, I felt so hard parting from my bf. That unwanting-to-part-from-him feeling is so big that all I wish right then was the ability to just be with him every second of every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I prayed just now. I prayed and I asked God to give me a sign if he is the one. I want him to be. I now know why people in love always marry early. Sometimes, they've only known each other for 3 months, and decided to get married. Most, a year. I prayed to God with all of my heart. I asked Him for a lot of things. I asked Him for guidance. I asked Him for the will in helping me to be strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I cried. I feel so helpless. I feel so...useless. I feel like I cannot do anything at all for my life. I asked God to farther me away from Satan's evil intentions and from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nafsu&lt;/span&gt; that will get me to the path of darkness. I want to be in the path of righteousness. But...I know I am weak. I keep falling into my own wants and those darkness traps. I asked Him to help me in keeping my faith to His religion. I asked Him to keep me strong in facing the reality in my life...the hardships...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I am a few steps away from graduating. And I am scared of what I am going to do after that. How am I going to juggle my love life and my working life? Moreover, how am I going to succeed to be a fully grown woman? How am I going to be prepared to be a wife someday? Honestly, I often think I can't. And I can't wait for the long years. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I pray to God to help me get through my life. I asked him for any signs. And so far, what I get is taking a time out. For a while. It's like Him telling me that I have to sacrifice to help me be sane. I know if we stay together for really long, it'll drive him crazy. It's because girls are prone to talk about marriage. Guys, dislike that stuff. They only talk about it when they really are going for it. I, am surprising myself by always talking about it now. I know I got to stop. But I don't think it'll (the stop talking bout it) last long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;So, that's what God told me. Maybe I will try not being too dependent and try to be patient by not seeing him too often. Time-off? Not now. Maybe when it gets drastic. When it gets to the point that soem measures have to be taken. I pray to God with all of my heart and leave all the decisions in His hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-115374896167472523?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/115374896167472523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=115374896167472523&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/115374896167472523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/115374896167472523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-his-hands.html' title='In His hands'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-115338703709230152</id><published>2006-07-20T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T17:17:17.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I belong to Sorrow..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Haven't posted for quite some time right? Yeap, yeap. Hehehehehhehe. A lot has happened during my absence. I am now undergoing &lt;strong&gt;6 months internship&lt;/strong&gt; at Sri Pentas under Media Prima. Yes, I am in the building where many television stations, not to mention Grand Brilliance Sdn Bhd lives in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyway, so far I have 2 jobs. Both for TV9. It's been nearly 2 weeks I'm here. 18 weeks more to go! Notice that when I say 18 weeks, it sounds shorter than me saying 6 months. I had a day off yesterday. Went to UKM to settle some unsettled stuff. And of course, met my bf! Hehehehhehe. I sooo miss him! We chatted a lot...and I just felt bliss being with him. There is nothing I want more than just being with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Ohh...guess what? These past few days I kept seeing artistes come and go at Sri Pentas. Saw Fasha Sandha &amp; Jehan Miskin (again) just now. My bf likes her...I don't. Haha. Ahh...what the heck. I like seeing artistes, but not enough to like be fanatic over them. They're just human like the rest of us. The difference between us and them is, they have more money! Hahahhaaha. Of course, other people like Datuk2 &amp;amp; Datin2 also have more money. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God, I &lt;strong&gt;soo miss my bf&lt;/strong&gt;! I am now really sleepy...due to late night yesterday and excessive travelling (yeah right!). I pray that we really are meant for each other and &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; day will come soon. It's not like I am desperate or somewhat...it's just that I kept thinking what will happen during the long length of time (if it's many many years to come). Sometimes, I just wish I'd never met him then and I would just meet him somewhere in the future where both of us are already making money and ready. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Goshhh...I have to do a LOT of things before I can go into that you know. I wanted to wear &lt;em&gt;tudung&lt;/em&gt; permanently...but I have set a target for it. If I achieve that target, then I will wear permanently. &lt;u&gt;I want to be perfect&lt;/u&gt;. Not only in his eyes, but in mine too. However, I always have these negative thoughts about myself. I know I am abusing myself with all these negative things...but I am powerless to control it. I kept asking myself, &lt;em&gt;when...when...how...how...&lt;/em&gt; Ughh!!! I am so sick of this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I am sick of myself being powerless of everything. Is this because of the way I grew up? Seriously, I grew up as always being &lt;strong&gt;put down&lt;/strong&gt; by my mother. She kept saying that I can't be this and that. I need a motivation...I need some comfort...I need someone to help me...I need a strong current to lift my spirit up...I need a boost of...I dunno...of everything!!!!!!!! I'm helpless, I'm useless, I'm lazy, I'm slow, I'm dumb...I want to &lt;em&gt;cry.............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-115338703709230152?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/115338703709230152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=115338703709230152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/115338703709230152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/115338703709230152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-belong-to-sorrow.html' title='I belong to Sorrow..'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-115228734331166233</id><published>2006-07-07T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T23:49:03.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I should be more considerate and understanding of my bf's position. I am trying to be better than the person I am. I still lack in some qualities and today, I had a test of that. At first, I was kind of down on some things that happened. But later, I realize that I have to understand. And that is what I am going to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;You know, maybe I expect too much from him. Of course, as a woman, many people said I should. And most people think so. Because guys, simply, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; have a girl too easy. That is why a girl's virginity is a treasure. That is why a girl is so protected by her parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Anyway, I am trying not to expect too much of him. I know a LOT now. I HAVE to be independent. What if someday, the unexpectable happen? What if, the thing I wanted to happen quickly will in the end, take many long years to fulfil? I know that I have to depend on myself. But somehow, I feel that I am helpless in all this. I depend too much on him. Is this right? Deep down I know that I have to plan something to make my future secure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;So, okay. I will try and try to be more independent and of course, more understanding of his situation. I have to get rid of my too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manja&lt;/span&gt; self. I mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manja&lt;/span&gt; is okay...when it's with your loved one but too&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; manja&lt;/span&gt;? No-no. I have to find a way to motivate myself to be more and more dependent on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MYSELF&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-115228734331166233?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/115228734331166233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=115228734331166233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/115228734331166233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/115228734331166233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2006/07/try-better.html' title='Try better'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-115220118935872839</id><published>2006-07-06T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T00:05:03.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; I met my bf today. We've been apart for a few days. Thing is, I realize how hard it is to be apart from him for more than two days. He sent me home by riding on the commuter with me. And when we actually parted, a feeling came over me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; That feeling tells me that I need him for the rest of my life. I realize that I haven't done much appreciation on everything that he did for me. I do acknowledge...but I did not appreciate much. When I sat beside him on the train and talked about the future, I wanted so badly that the future is now. I mean, that we have our own occupation and is ready to settle down. I realize more and more that I don't know what the future holds for us. One thing I do know is that I will be with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; I don't want us to always have a fight. But we always do. And most of the time, over something stupid and small. Luckily for me, he knows how to make it good again. He always know. I am so lucky in many ways. I am lucky that he's mine and deep down, I know that he loves me more than I can ever imagine. He has done so much in order to make me happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/146/1072/1600/DSCN8566.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/146/1072/200/DSCN8566.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; I have never been loved by anybody as much as my bf loves me. He showed me reality and let out the girl that's been hiding inside me. I am so thankful to him for discovering me and accepting me as I am. He waits for me and is always patient with me. When I reached home, I cried thinking of the stuff we went through together, all the things he did for me, the love that he poured for me...it all just countless to count. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;But what matters most is, I should be especially thankful to God, the Almighty Allah. He has provided me the sincere love from a man that I have been waiting for. He guided me to him and him to me at the time we reached adulthood. I thank Him for still giving me a chance of happiness when I often stray far from the guided road. I am always searching for my true self and for the sincere spirit for me to go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'home&lt;/span&gt;'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;To my forever love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;    You have been the greatest guy anyone could ever ask for. And I am so glad that you are my soulmate. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; the way you are. And my love for you will never end. You're the light of my life, my best friend, my doctor, my life, my soul, my medicine...you're my everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-115220118935872839?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/115220118935872839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=115220118935872839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/115220118935872839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/115220118935872839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2006/07/appreciate.html' title='Appreciate'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-115043075417182671</id><published>2006-06-16T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T12:05:54.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will football be like F1?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am seriously tired. I guess with all this World Cup thingy plus the fact that I have so much projects on the way! Yesterday I missed the England - Trinidad&amp;Tobago match. I was asleep. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Qada' tdo&lt;/span&gt; actually. I was really draining out of energy. Luckily, I got it back (a little) after I decided to eat rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;England won&lt;/span&gt; last night. 2-0. But according to my friends, Peter Crouch was seriously dumbed while playing. HIs goal was like a cover up for his dumbness for the earlier 80 minutes of the match. Thank God Gerrard score. At least my fantasy points are improving! Woohoo!! Oh yeah, Rooney made an appearance! He's better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the latest news is, Chelsea is currently thinking of buying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phillip Lahm&lt;/span&gt; (Germany) who is now in Bayern Munich. What?!?! Come on. I'm sick of hearing Chelsea buy this star, that star but in the end, they don't get to play as much! What the heck are they thinking? Locking football stars in the closet so other teams can't buy them? Thus, making Chelsea an easy champion? Football is supposed to be interesting! If there is no fight, football will become like the F1 race. Oh, well...Let's hope that Lahm will not go to Chelsea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since today is Friday, it's weekend isn't it? Too bad I'm not free. So, cannot go '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuti2&lt;/span&gt;'. Hehe. Happy weekend to you guys! I am still tired but I have to get myself to stop thinking about that. I have to do my work! Okk2. I'm off now. I'll post something better next time eh. See ya then. ChOwwWzzzzaAAA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-115043075417182671?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/115043075417182671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=115043075417182671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/115043075417182671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/115043075417182671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2006/06/will-football-be-like-f1.html' title='Will football be like F1?'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-114887678834940927</id><published>2006-05-29T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T12:26:28.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Support our National Squad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/146/1072/1600/football2_widescreen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/146/1072/320/football2_widescreen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday MyTeam vs Malaysia. Sadly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MyTeam lost 2-1&lt;/span&gt;. But they were good footballers! Seriously. FAM should consider training them and put them in the national squad team. These talents are not for waste! Shebby put together MyTeam not to compete with the Malaysia's national football squad, but it is a measure to discover new football talents out there. We Malaysians know the stage of our football team. We are so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;far behind&lt;/span&gt;. They are so many talents out there that are yet to discover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAM should not be egoistic but they should be wise and be the one to think ahead. What should they do to improve the quality of our football team? Our football players right now (MyTeam &amp; Malaysia) are too lazy to catch the ball. I saw the game yesterday and they were too many should-not-make mistakes done. Players are just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too lazy to run for the ball&lt;/span&gt; that was only few inches in front of them! Come on, it was worth it! Play like the EPL players!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if you look at it, our football squad is going nowhere except in our own country. Yes, we have heard about the U-23 squad that beat the Manchester United Academy squad by 4-0 (hope that I'm right). But with this, we cannot still be proud. Why? Well, first, we have to help our teams first. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Malaysian football team have to prove that they have what it takes to be on par with other country's team&lt;/span&gt;. Only then, they can be proud. But they have to remember not to lose focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do we do? We, as supporters, have to always support our own squad. Even though their record is not to be bagged, but we have to be there for them. Who would support the Malaysian team if not the Malaysians? Indons won't support Malaysia. They only support the Selangor team because of Bambang. Although our teams (country or state) might disappoint us, but we have to have faith in them. Our support is what they need in order for them to move forward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So let's support our Malaysian &amp;amp; state team!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAM, widen your search for talents as they are so many potentials out there. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-114887678834940927?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/114887678834940927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=114887678834940927&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/114887678834940927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/114887678834940927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2006/05/support-our-national-squad.html' title='Support our National Squad!'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-114839338317266222</id><published>2006-05-23T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T22:10:52.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie weekdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Over The Hedge&lt;/span&gt;. It's funny! And I like it! Hehehhehehe. I saw that movie yesterday. With of course, my beloved man. We had classes but somehow, we don't feel like going. So, off we go to MidValley. We went there by commuter because we are saving money. Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Before we went out, my bf asked me to wear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jilbab&lt;/span&gt; or scarf or in malay, we call it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tudung&lt;/span&gt;, to Mid Valley. I don't know why but he was kind of urging me to wear it (actually, he is anxiously waiting for me to wear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tudung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;permanently&lt;/span&gt;, which I am not telling when will that be). At first, I kind of refused. But when I was in my room (changing my clothes), I was like, "Okay, what the heck. I might as well wear it. If that is what he wants, he shall get it." And I did! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;When he saw me, he had this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; smile on his face. It was priceless! I love making him happy! And so, I, went to Mid Valley doning a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jilbab&lt;/span&gt;, with my bf, for the first time ever. Isn't that something? Hehehe. Well, he knows I love him and I know that he loves me very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And earlier today, we went out again. This time, we watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poseidon&lt;/span&gt;. Which is also a good movie. But this time, believe it or not, we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warta&lt;/span&gt; MBO Cineplex! Seriously, the place is not bad. I like the fact that the movie theatre was not crowded at all. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You know, my bf really does love me. It's just that his fanatic love of football sometimes make me feel unimportant and it's like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;watching him from the other side of the field&lt;/span&gt;. Honestly, I have been thinking a lot since yesterday. About a lot of things too. He said something that trigger those thoughts back today. I am starting to wish so many things again now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-114839338317266222?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/114839338317266222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=114839338317266222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/114839338317266222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/114839338317266222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2006/05/movie-weekdays.html' title='Movie weekdays'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-114814049046991267</id><published>2006-05-20T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T23:54:50.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>train incident</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Alas, I'm finally home for the weekend. Got something to story to you guys. Want to know what happened on my way back? As usual, I took the train to Central to go home. My bf sent me to the station and suddenly, people wo were taking the Rawang train had to change platform. Me and my bf was puzzled but I did it without much question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;After the train took off, I called my bf on the phone telling him to go straight home without waiting for Friday prayer. His house is only 30 minutes away and at 1130 am, he can make it before it. While I was on the phone, from the train window I saw police and few construction workers on the other side of the train track. I thought maybe there was a jail breaker or a criminal who escape by train. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You know what exactly it? An Indian man, was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hit by a train&lt;/span&gt;! And I, ILynn, saw the body of the man on the railway track! It was eerie...but it was one of the things that I felt, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow, I saw a live dead eerie body in front of me!&lt;/span&gt;" My God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Oh yeah, I've added friends to my buds blog list. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arip&lt;/span&gt; is a newcomer to the blogging world. Check him out! This guy is one of my bestest buddy in TTDI. We've grown together since primary school and still good friends now. =) Also, check my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malay blog at Friendster&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to write long this time. I'm waiting for a call from my dearest bf. Hehehhehehe. Til next post. ChoWWwzZzzaaAAaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-114814049046991267?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/114814049046991267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=114814049046991267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/114814049046991267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/114814049046991267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2006/05/train-incident.html' title='train incident'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-114783868384216218</id><published>2006-05-17T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T12:11:42.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Did you ever thought that it's easier being single than being in a relationship? Did you ever wish to be single again? I think most guys think this way. Some even say that being single is better than being attached! Is it true? To say if I have ever thought of it, I don't quite remember. If there is, I think they're countable. I am happy in my relationship now, I feel blessed. Yes, they are times we fought, but I still love him no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I often questioned things. This and that. I asked my bf his opinion on why guys like their gf '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manja&lt;/span&gt;'. He didn't answer but said that it's my homework to do. After some thoughts, I came to the answers. I think guys like their gf &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manja&lt;/span&gt; and such because it makes them feel needed. It makes them feel they have the power to protect their girl. How about that? Am I right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I apologize if my posts lately have all been on the aspects of love or my love life. I guess it's because I am rarely at home, and all of my time are devoted to studies and my bf. Being in one place with your bf is one of the perks in a relationship. You see your bf almost everyday (in my case, everyday). But what if you cannot see each other as often after that? Trust me, it's hard. I've been there, done that. 5 days apart and we're already missing the presence of one another. 2 weeks apart can make us crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh well. Love huh? People say when you are in love, everything seems beautiful. And when you're married, those things are lost. Is it really like that? I hope not. Because, like most women, they want the love sparks to always exist even when they are old. But...it's what everybody says...love would not be the same after marriage....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I better off now. See you guys next post. ChOwWWwzZZzaAAAaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-114783868384216218?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/114783868384216218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=114783868384216218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/114783868384216218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/114783868384216218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2006/05/homework.html' title='Homework'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-114641272029575731</id><published>2006-04-30T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T23:58:40.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when there is so much feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You want to know something? My life is unstable. I set my priorities before. But suddenly I feel that it is not balanced enough. I am missing out on something. I need my own space but at the same time, I need someone with me. How confusing is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I ask questions to myself a LOT. Have I forgotten my friends? Have I forgotten the important things that I need in my life? Have I lost the sense of myself? Have I lost balance in my life? What is it that I want actually? Why can't I have what I always wanted? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I want to be loved. Not just loved, but a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;full scale of loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Am I expecting too much? You know, I told him that I need to be alone. I need to figure things out. We are contantly having these feelings of...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak puas hati&lt;/span&gt; with each other. And most of the time, I feel pretty much left out. I feel far from him. Even though we see each other every day, 24 minus probably 7 hours a day, but I cannot feel his careness as much as before. I always seemed to be reaching out, for him. It's like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you like this so I have to tell you to do it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;It's right huh? That the longer we are with someone, as friends or partner, we take advantage of the situation. We do everything in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lesser amount&lt;/span&gt;. With me, I don't want any lesser. I just wish everything will always be the same. I often try to voice out my feelings, my opinions, but I always lose in a debate. In the end, everything will be pointed out to me. I will be the main&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; culprit&lt;/span&gt;. Frankly, I am tired of being the one who is in the wrong side. Couldn't my say be a consideration in all of this? I know that I am not like most people with looks and money. I am not like others who can throw expensive gifts. For heaven's sake, I don't have it all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Truth is, I have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;problem&lt;/span&gt;. An inside problem. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psycho problem&lt;/span&gt;. I am not afraid to admit. I have a very low self-esteem and I constantly feel the worst of myself. I always compare myself to people and feel inadequate with myself. But I never tell anyone. Because in real life, I am a good actor. Silently, I hope he knows me and understand. But until now, I am keeping mummed about it and I know that he is puzzled with my behaviour. But there's nothing I can do. I just hope that one day he will find that and understand. I am not like many people. I need that &lt;u&gt;extra attention&lt;/u&gt; from him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I miss him&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I don't deny that. Come on, how can you not miss someone who you love and see every day? But I made up my mind, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;need some time&lt;/span&gt;. He is getting tired with me and all my doings, and I am in a position where I really need his attention and not getting enough. I don't want things to get worse. Some time apart should be good for us to think and grow I hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I want to enjoy this one week of holiday before going for studies again. My friends are here for me. I have tons of stuff to do at home. I can think about stuff alone while jogging or doing my exercise. I chose the right moment. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-114641272029575731?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/114641272029575731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=114641272029575731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/114641272029575731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/114641272029575731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2006/04/when-there-is-so-much-feelings_30.html' title='when there is so much feelings'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-114635556897386987</id><published>2006-04-30T07:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T08:07:03.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when actions and words matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;To tell you the truth, being in love is not an easy thing. Boy, such such work! I realized that the farther we are in a relationship, we cannot expect too much. Thing is, the farther I am in mine, I love more and I expect more. But they aren't happening. Instead, I have to expect less. Sometimes, I am grateful to just have a person who loves me. But at other times...I just wish that we could be more...I don't know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Back to the early part of a relationship. Those were the sweet times, when the attention is only on you and other things did not matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You see, guys think that by showing the actions of love, it's enough. But what I see is, what guys think is enough, girls will think it's not. And what girls think is enough, guys will also think it's not. Yes, girls really do appreciate the actions but at the same time, we need to hear it. What if girls decided to not say anything and just do the actions of love? Well, what would happen is that guys will never get their girls! Why? Because they don't know how the girl feel about them. Same goes with girls. Even though you might have gone overboard to prove your love, you still have to say it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Actions may speak louder than words but words clarify the actions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;In love, you need both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyway, I am not having second thoughts. I love him. And I treat him like I would treat my husband. They will never be another. It's just that, I cannot seem to be more than satisfying. I always feel that I am up against all these women (models, actresses, etc) that he likes. Okay, you might think I am being paranoid and childish but the insecure feeling in me is far much greater. I am scared of many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know that I still have to grow. Me and Him. There is so much to learn between us. There is so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-114635556897386987?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/114635556897386987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=114635556897386987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/114635556897386987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/114635556897386987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2006/04/when-actions-and-words-matter.html' title='when actions and words matter'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-114484599475245429</id><published>2006-04-12T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T20:46:34.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a jot</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Career Type: Artistic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/artistic.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are expressive, original, and independent.&lt;br /&gt;Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts,  music, or art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor&lt;br /&gt;Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer&lt;br /&gt;Dancer  - DJ - Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Career?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been a while since I wrote right? I've been really busy actually. Man, life as a student is really hectic! Projects and assignments back to back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Many things happened - countless. Too many to story. But last Friday, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lost my ring&lt;/span&gt;. My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt; ring. It was a gold ring and I treasure it so much as it meant so much to me. I lost it during a movie. I was watching Gubra. It was a good movie but until now, I still am sad about my missing ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lost weight&lt;/span&gt; these past weeks. I don't know how. I eat everyday. I eat more than before. Maybe it is due to my eating habit. I eat slow and often. Yeah, must be it huh? And this is also the cause for the ring to have fallen from my finger! My finger looks like skeleton's finger! Gosh, I need to gain back my weight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Oh, guess what? My beloved bought me a new ring because he didn't want to see me sad. It is white gold and it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sparkles&lt;/span&gt;! I love! Thing is, when I look at this ring, it makes me smile. It makes me think of him always and it also makes me think about his love for me. I began to appreciate more the things I haven't appreciate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;My mom and sister went to Bandung. I actually don't want anything much. I just want them to bring something back for my bf, his sister and his mom. I've become really close to them and I see them as my family. =) I am so glad that my bf's family &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;accept me as I am and they also motivate and support me in anything I do&lt;/span&gt; - as long as it's not a bad thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okk...I gotta go. Thirsty. ChOwWWwzZZzaaAAaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-114484599475245429?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/114484599475245429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=114484599475245429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/114484599475245429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/114484599475245429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2006/04/jot.html' title='a jot'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-114249633728589585</id><published>2006-03-16T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T16:05:37.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dunno what to write in here now. I guess lately i've been to caught up in so many assignments and my life is not too complicated as I rarely go back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my last aunty got married. Therefore, next up will be me. Looks like all my aunties are anxious for my coming wedding. Hmm...when will that be huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, i think my bf has finished his class. better go to him now. ChOwWWWzZzZAAaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-114249633728589585?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/114249633728589585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=114249633728589585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/114249633728589585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/114249633728589585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2006/03/2-minutes.html' title='2 minutes'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-114027760401629787</id><published>2006-02-18T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T23:46:44.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...the end of report</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I know it's bad for me to be feeling like this. Some of you would feel that I'm such an ungrateful person and all. But to endure this since I was a child is a hard thing, you see. I never had a good relationship with my mother. But I think they should be other people who have it worst than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Well, anyhow, I met a woman who have been through the lowest and now, the highest points of her life. She had been declared to bankruptcy in Jakarta years ago and also had her children kidnapped from her. I was shocked to hear her story and to see how faithful and spiritual she is. She thinks of God all the time and I thought it was amazing. It suddenly dawned on me of how many sins I have done and to see this woman, I felt so low. Her children are all very very nice and intelligent. Although only one of her daughter wears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;jilbab &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(scarf), but they were all very nice people. Her son who was only 12 then, became the family's source of income when they were on their lowest points. He works as an actor. And no, he doesn't seemed to have forgotten that he's a Muslim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I want to go to Jakarta again. With my Dad and my sister. One day. Although I don't know when. Gosh, I can't believe I have written all this! But yeah...these are some of the things that I have been through. I think I should stop. I can't let everything out in a dash. One at a time... Tomorrow I'm going back to UKM. Want to go back in the morning but haven't pack yet. I'll do it after this. Also waiting for my bf's call. I hope he calls. Yeah, I better go. Good night and sweet dreams to all. Assalamualaikum. ChOwWWWzZzZAaaA!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-114027760401629787?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/114027760401629787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=114027760401629787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/114027760401629787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/114027760401629787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2006/02/end-of-report.html' title='...the end of report'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-114027358052854762</id><published>2006-02-18T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T22:41:34.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jakarta...what did I get?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Hmm...almost as if nothing! Well, I got few lessons and one of them is, &lt;u&gt;never go travel with my mother alone&lt;/u&gt;. Because in the end, I get nothing. I wanted to buy souvenirs for my friends, my bf &amp; his family, my sister, my aunty etc but she is reluctant to even let me buy something for myself! I was so frustrated because of that. If I want something, I have to convince her to buy it...which is not easy. And only if she finds that the stuff I want is to her liking.And no, my mother did not give me money to spend in Jakarta. She holds them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;My mother told me to not spend too much and so forth. She told me that my father is currently having some financial problems and yes I know, he also has some business problems too. She told me to save! But how am I suppose to save if they are not giving me enough expenses to survive in college? And the ironic thing is, she spent quite endlessly in Jakarta! And for herself too! My father asked me, what did I buy? And I told him that I can't buy anything because my mother is the one who's spending too much and is not letting me make my own choice. I think that's why he let me choose any chocolates that I want (for myself!) when we arrived at KLIA. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE MY DAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I am embarrassed because when my friends go holidaying, they buy me souvenirs. But when it's my turn, I couldn't return the favour. Before I go off to Jakarta, I had it all planned in my head. I want to buy him this, I want to buy her that etc etc. But when I get there, my plans went caput. There was one time when we passed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hard Rock Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;, I gave a clear hint that I want to go there. You can guess what happens next right? A '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;next-time-we'll-go-there&lt;/span&gt;' from my mother. Yeah, yeah. When is the next time huh? Hah, I'll make sure the next time, I'll be the one happily go to places and buy what I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;After this it will be my sister's turn to go with my mom. Bandung. I told her to shop and shop for herself. I told her to buy lots and lots of stuff for me as well as for the people that I will list later (planning to give a list of people to buy for). Just spend as much as my mom spend. Yeah, you can see that I'm pissed. I guess this is also due to the fact that I am almost 21 and I still don't have the freedom to spend. I envy other people who have very considerate, thoughtful and generous mother. I want to be that kind of mother when I have children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;to be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-114027358052854762?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/114027358052854762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=114027358052854762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/114027358052854762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/114027358052854762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2006/02/jakartawhat-did-i-get.html' title='Jakarta...what did I get?'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-113993071225067269</id><published>2006-02-14T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T23:25:12.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple gesture set my heart in fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Well, I'm at home. Having my mid-sem break. But I couldn't exactly say it's a break. Gotta do some assignments and some stuff. I have to check on my practical stuff...I'm having it after my short sem. Gosh, when I think about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LI (Industrial Training)&lt;/span&gt;, I feel that I'm finishing degree very fast already! I have few places to go LI already. And they're not bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Tomorrow I'll be off to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jakarta&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's like a holiday trip for me...I'm just going with both my parents. The others will stay home. They will have their turns when they're on their school holiday. My sister, Dini, will be going to Bandung with my mom on April while the other kids will follow to Bangkok (don't know when). I want to go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ancol&lt;/span&gt; and ride the rollercoaster (I must!). I want to have fun while I'm there...while missing my bf of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;The last week, it had been a best week for me and my bf. I guess we made an effort to make it great for the both of us. I tried with my every effort to make it happen...but I almost ruin it when I did something that I didn't think it would affect our effort. Thankfully, it lasted for a short while and we were up again. He was really nice to me the whole week that I didn't bear to part with him when it was time for me to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Then, we meet again. Unplanned actually. But because I knew it would make him happy to see me, moreover before I go off to Jakarta, so I just went. It was really great to see him again...even if it was only a day apart. I have missed him so. He then sent me home by train. Although I told him that he needn't send me, but he insisted. It felt so nice to be sitting beside him and hold him. At times, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he did some gestures that I like&lt;/span&gt;...and I smile silently to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Arrived at the first station (for me), we had our McDs. Him - Flurry and I - Shake. Then, I'm off to my next train home. Whenever I have to part from him, I just have that feeling of...I don't know. Just a feeling of not liking it I guess. I have become too attached to him that it's quite hard to go away from him. But I think I actually can handle it...it's just my mind trying to weaken me. Yeah...maybe. As I was about to go, I took his hand and kissed it (in Malay it's called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'bersalam'&lt;/span&gt;...something that you do to people older than you and who you respect). And then, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;he did a really melting gesture&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Gosh, I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; loved&lt;/span&gt; it!! Suddenly I felt as if I don't ever want to let go of him. It was just a simple gesture but it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;set my heart aflutter&lt;/span&gt;. It made me longed to have him by my side again and again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-113993071225067269?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/113993071225067269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=113993071225067269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113993071225067269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113993071225067269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2006/02/simple-gesture-set-my-heart-in.html' title='Simple gesture set my heart in fireworks'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-113893853315111178</id><published>2006-02-03T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T11:48:53.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a daunting experience being in a relationship. It's part of life, yes, many knows that. It also is like a &lt;strong&gt;ride&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down&lt;/em&gt;. I'm accepting the fact that the hard times are for us to know each other better and try to solve things that are disturbing between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been thinking a lot. Of what I could do to make things better. I suck at being a good gf I think. I guess because I'm friends with mostly guys, therefore I don't really have that soft feminine touch inside me. However, each day I try to become the best of me to my bf. Sometimes, I'm a complete failure to make him happy when he's sad but I try to be there for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Life is short to live it full of arguments and fights&lt;/u&gt;. I want us to live a very happy and healthy relationship. You'll never know what could happen the next day, the next minute, the next second...and I want me and him to be very happy before any other second. I don't want to die regretting the happy times we could achieve instead of fighting. When I think about this, I have a determination in creating a more peaceful environment with us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be in love is such a wonderful thing&lt;/strong&gt;...and I want to make it last for both of us. Time will let us discover who we are with each other and let us know more about one another. I am not ashamed at all to say that I love my bf because yes, like most people, my bf is &lt;strong&gt;everything to me&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My ride in this love thingy has taught me a lot. Even so, I still lack of certain skills that I certainly need. It's tough because I take a slow time in learning...but it's better late than never. &lt;strong&gt;Every day is a journey&lt;/strong&gt;. And &lt;strong&gt;every journey is tough&lt;/strong&gt; and at times, they can be rough. But this is my life. If I'm not going to go through it, who will? I may say more than my actions now. But maybe someday, my actions will speak much louder than my words. Life is a ride...and whether I like it or not, I am going to get through MY ride.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-113893853315111178?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/113893853315111178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=113893853315111178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113893853315111178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113893853315111178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-own-ride.html' title='My Own Ride'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-113764265946104212</id><published>2006-01-19T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T11:50:59.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Apparently, my Animation cls on Thursday has been cancelled. I guess because we have started on lab. So I am here, waiting for my 12 o'clock cls. Then, I'll be free for 2 hours and up to my next cls at 4pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm bored and writing now just for fun. Life is as usual. Going through the time so slowly. Yesterday, I slept early and caught myself waking up almost every hour. I called my bf few times and he didn't picked up. He &lt;strong&gt;slept like a log!&lt;/strong&gt; I was worried of what could happen to him and all (because I thought he went for Futsal)...but was relieved when he did finally wake up at 730 am this morning. &lt;strong&gt;Fiuh!&lt;/strong&gt; I was so glad nothing happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So, we went for breakfast and we were thinking of going to the movie. Unfortunately, we both have class today. Maybe tomorrow? Hope so! =) It's been quite some time since we went to watch movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Gosh, my back shoulder hurts. Hey, I think I better go. I need to do some stuff. See ya then? ChOwWwzZZzaAAa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-113764265946104212?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/113764265946104212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=113764265946104212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113764265946104212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113764265946104212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-day.html' title='just a day'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-113726860334452582</id><published>2006-01-15T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T03:59:51.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trial times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;When someone tells you that you're not matured yet, what do you feel? Especially when it's from someone you love? Hurt? Well, that's exactly how I feel when I get the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you-are-not-matured&lt;/span&gt;' talks. I remember few weeks ago when I feel nothing about it. You can say to me that I am not matured whatsoever...and I couldn't care less. But now, the words hit me quite hard sometimes. I kept asking myself, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;'. Why, all of a sudden, I started to feel these things? I wish I have the answers now and I wish that I'll get out of it soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Anyway, it's 230 am here in Malaysia...and I actually get on the Net, after waiting for my father to finish, with intention to online with my bf (since he told me to go online). But when I did, I found out he was asleep and too lazy to go online. Kinda hurt a little when he is not responding to anything I said to him while on the phone...but I guess I was being too sensitive and selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Just like my last post, I am still on&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; trial&lt;/span&gt; times right now. Things are up and down. Sometimes I feel easy and sometimes I feel hard. Nothing is smooth sailing when '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the weather's&lt;/span&gt;' down. And I have to be patient in enduring that, bcoz apparently '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the sky&lt;/span&gt;' is not in a great mood for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I have tried to be the greatest person...and I have been my best the past few years. It's just that this lately, I don't feel like I am. I have been neglecting my home friends, having the '&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;' feeling too easily, being suspicious of ppl, etc etc. I don't get out as much as I did before. I don't go to my theatre meetings anymore, I don't hang out with my guys, I seldom hang around with the girls... And all this, is doing nothing good to my self-esteem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I realized that I don't want to lose touch with my life. I used to have so much fun with all the guys and girls. I was so independent and cheerful all the way. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Am I losing that part of my life now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You know what? I think I will have to re-order my life! I can't just be sitting here, wondering what I should do, thinking about my life and do nothing. I will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;take an action of getting my life back in order and inject some perspective&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to it. How's that sounds for a starter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Okk..time for me to take a nap. See you in the next post. ChOwwWwzZZzaAAa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-113726860334452582?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/113726860334452582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=113726860334452582&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113726860334452582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113726860334452582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2006/01/trial-times.html' title='Trial times'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-113646914203114293</id><published>2006-01-05T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T21:53:39.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I realize that it's getting &lt;strong&gt;harder and harder to try and live my life like a fairytale&lt;/strong&gt;. I forgot for a while that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;in reality, happiness doesn't stick forever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. These lately, some things have been happening. Maybe it's because of my sudden sensitivity towards every little thing or maybe it's because of tested patience etc etc. But what is true is that all that is happening are meant to test me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;missed hanging out with my guys&lt;/strong&gt; dearly...but being a university student, with much work to endure, it's getting hard for us to group together. Moreover, I now have extra responsibility so I have to consider the extra too. I've been drifting away from the guys...but I really miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relationship&lt;/strong&gt; with my bf is going good, but there are trial times that I find it hard. I've been very sensitive lately and is trying to get out of it. He's been having his temper but I don't know what he is doing to control it. I hate it when we get into fights because it never failed to hurt me but somehow, relationships are meant to have them. It's quite puzzling. Why can't we have a very peaceful relationship? Anyone have them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'm concern with &lt;strong&gt;money&lt;/strong&gt; also. Trying to get Mom to bank-in money into my account is such a hard thing to do. She still thinks we're in an era where we can have some things for a cheap price. Well, not everything Ma! And I dislike the fact that she thinks I'm supported by my bf. Come on, I'm not married yet! Wait til I get married and all your &lt;em&gt;'banking-in money for Liyana'&lt;/em&gt; will not be of your concern anymore! Gosh, can you feel the tension now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And one more thing. I am a little &lt;strong&gt;jealous&lt;/strong&gt; because my sister got into a course which I so badly want to be in since I was little. Well, thanks for me being the eldest, I have to take up somthing got to do with computer! Not that I dislike computing, but I want to do journalism so bad! &lt;strong&gt;I love writing&lt;/strong&gt;!! Grrrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okk2...it's 10pm. The lab is closing. I better go. Guess I have to go through these life tests my own way. Huh. ChOwWWwZZzzaAAa for noww!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-113646914203114293?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/113646914203114293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=113646914203114293&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113646914203114293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113646914203114293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2006/01/early-test.html' title='Early test'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-113471385193769283</id><published>2005-12-16T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T14:18:32.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever words I say, I will always love you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Yesterday, me and my bf had a quite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'tense discussion'&lt;/span&gt;. It's not an argument because we were not fighting. He had this bad instinct, and took a sudden decision to come and see me. Well, he was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine (from UTM) called and asked me out. Me and two of them (guys). I was not confirmed on whether I want to go or not. I know I didn't really want to go because in my mind was, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is not right. I cannot do this. He would not like it.&lt;/span&gt; It was also the fact that I somehow know he won't like me going out with them (well, one of them actually). Then, as I was writing an sms cancelling my going out with them, my bf called. With a very tense tone, he said he's coming to see me. I knew something was not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when he came to the house, we had very tense moments. He said some things that hurted me. There were so many times that I just wanted to cry...but I held it back. Although I kinda knew he didn't meant any of it, the words were hurtful. I remember myself standing there with him and felt one of the worse feeling I have ever felt - if he walked out of my life (okk..I feel like I want to cry now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;However far away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I will always love you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;However long I stay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I will always love you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Whatever words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; I say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I will always love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I will always love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyway, I'm glad it was only a short while. He just needed to make sure that I would never do anything that he didn't like and anything that would hurt him. We're okk after our discussion and went out together as usual. This time, our love is stronger. I know that now. I am so in love with him...no matter how long we're together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's great that we had our magic with each other. All these instincts both of us get when things were not quite right. It proves that we have our deep connection with one another. It tells me that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he is an important part of me&lt;/span&gt;. That I can never be without him. That he is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;man in my life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I love you sygg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-113471385193769283?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/113471385193769283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=113471385193769283&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113471385193769283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113471385193769283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/12/whatever-words-i-say-i-will-always.html' title='Whatever words I say, I will always love you...'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-113448773808768892</id><published>2005-12-13T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T23:35:50.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of an old writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt; Something makes me want to write. I was actually in the middle of cleaning my room since my Dad just bought new shelf for the room. So, while I was gathering through things and sorting them out, I found my old writings in a file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seldom throw out any of my writings. I don't have a diary and so, if I want to pour out my feelings in paper, I would just take an A4, fold it and wrote in it. I found many of those. There were stories from the time I was still not very matured. Bitter times with my exes. Through the time I grew, I have become much more than who I was before. Back then, I was so carefree. I was still a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read about the lusts and infatuations...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those were just puppy love&lt;/span&gt;. I read about my brokedown, when I just cried everytime I'm by myself...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those were my hard hard times&lt;/span&gt;. I read about me finding my true identity..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.that was the time of discovering&lt;/span&gt;. I read about my confusion in life...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess the answer will be just about anything up until now&lt;/span&gt;. And then, I found something that I thought was simply nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was written on a piece of paper. I wrote about guys and true love. I've had it with unreal love and decided to not fall again until the right one comes along. I had made a list. And this was what I had written:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;WHAT I REALLY WANT FROM A POTENTIAL BF&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;ol style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Careness&lt;/span&gt;...bunches of it! (Amik berat sket...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comfortable&lt;/span&gt;...can be totally myself. Can talk about ANYTHING at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understanding&lt;/span&gt;...accept me as I am. Accept my changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loving&lt;/span&gt;...a lil romantic-ness is no harm =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humour, witty &amp; fun&lt;/span&gt;...craziness &amp;amp; childish-like (not too much tho) is much welcomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sincerity&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loyalty&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not a heavy smoker, not a clubber, not an alchoholic drinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never in any means try 2 hurt me&lt;/span&gt;...meaning he avoids doing/saying stuff that wpuld hurt/annoy me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A friend/best friend&lt;/span&gt;...can go shopping with, laughing &amp; gossiping with, supportive in good &amp;amp; bad times, my counselor/shrink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sum1 who I can't live without&lt;/span&gt;...can't imagine my life w/out him + LOVE that doesn't fade away...lasting 4 a whole lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt; I totally forgot that I ever wrote these down! But of course, I had most of the points in my mind. Anyway, no matter now. I have a bf already. And yes, it's a serious one. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it? Does he fulfill all the points? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;YES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! While I was reading this, I did think of him. And I'm glad to say that he's all I ever wanted. Not to say our r/ship is all smooth sailing because what r/ship doesn't have its ups and downs? But to conclude all, we have a very healthy r/ship I must say. I am happy and so is he. I can't think of any other man that I'd rather be with than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to have God's blessings and to always pray to him for our lasting relationship. Amiiinnn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-113448773808768892?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/113448773808768892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=113448773808768892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113448773808768892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113448773808768892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/12/memoirs-of-old-writing.html' title='Memoirs of an old writing'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-113415372276996453</id><published>2005-12-10T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T02:44:31.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate crying!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know why. But I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cry easily&lt;/span&gt; lately. Actually, I'm crying right now. Inside and outside. But I have to cover it because my friend is here, she is sleeping in my room now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking lots of serious things. I cried the other day because I miss him so much and because I was having these scary thoughts. I cried for two days. Now I'm crying because of what he said online. I don't understand. Why am I such a crybaby?!?! Is it because of too many things in my head? Is it because of my unbalanced hormone? Is it because of PMS? I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart feels..I don't know..I can't explain. I guess it feels like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knife is slicing my heart&lt;/span&gt;...I was doing something that I was forced to do. It's not like I want to go out, it's not like I'm so happy to do it. And then, he gave me a cold shoulder. I know he always does that when he's not in a good mood. But not now. I noticed that I am very fragile these few days. Seriously I don't know why...it could be something got to do with my hormones? It can affect your moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him soo much. I'm not the easiest person to be with. But he's the only one who can handle me. And since being with him, I have changed, according to my friends. And they stated that it's good. I've changed from my old ways...although slowly. I've tried to be a great gf to him. I've tried to be the very best that I can to him. And you know what? He makes me good again. Now. Online. God...I love him! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-113415372276996453?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/113415372276996453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=113415372276996453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113415372276996453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113415372276996453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-hate-crying.html' title='I hate crying!'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-113413909440965443</id><published>2005-12-09T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T22:43:18.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one thought on a Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;What can I say about today? Well, it's not much a great day actually. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I realllyyyy miss him&lt;/span&gt;. I am patiently waiting for him to come back. But my patience is running out. Just now, he msgd telling me that his flight got delayed. Aaarrrgghhhh!!! Okk...take a deep breathh...fuhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Know what? There's so much story about breakups...this and that. I am actually &lt;u&gt;scared&lt;/u&gt;. Even people who were together for 3-4 years can face breakups. I don't want that...I pray to God to not let us go through that road. I truly love him with all my heart. I've even given my heart to him, something I am very careful in doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;But...I am scared. Does he misses me while he's there? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I wish he misses me as much as I miss him&lt;/span&gt;. Will he stay with me for a lifetime? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I wish we'll be together even after a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;. Does his love for me will ever runs out? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;, I want the answer to be 'No'&lt;/span&gt;. I cherish this moment, our moment now...but at the same time, I want this moment to last forever. Never-changing the love we have for each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I pray to God so that we'll be strong together and we can face the obstacles and hardships that may come in our relationship. I too hope that we can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;learn from one another&lt;/span&gt; - our strengths, our mistakes, our needs etc. And I always pray that in the end, we only need each other and that we'll be together until death do us apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Aminnn....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-113413909440965443?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/113413909440965443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=113413909440965443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113413909440965443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113413909440965443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-thought-on-friday.html' title='The one thought on a Friday'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-113405766792347756</id><published>2005-12-08T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T00:01:07.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;OH MY GOD! He called! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;He called! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;He called! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;He called! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;He called! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;He called! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;He called! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;He called! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;He called! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;He called! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;He called! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;He called! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;He called! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;He called! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;He called! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;He called! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;He called! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;He called! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;He called! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;He called!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;oh God...sygg, I miss u sooo sooo muchh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I want you here with me...I want to hold you!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I miss you 10 000x!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-113405766792347756?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/113405766792347756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=113405766792347756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113405766792347756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113405766792347756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/12/call.html' title='THE CALL'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-113405233031155352</id><published>2005-12-08T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:38:57.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of L♥ve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I was reading a blog of a lady who just got married early this year...and had a baby in November. It's fun to read her journey of the first year of marriage. It's kind of entertaining and it motivated me in a way. I learn that when you get married, there is so much that you have to consider. Money and Love is two main factors. Nowadays, one cannot live without money. And without love, no marriage can lasts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I was reading our chat log dated a day before he goes off to Istanbul. He asked me, whether or not I am ready to be married. Okk, let me rephrase that. It simply meant whether or not I am ready to be his wife? I am ready to be married. But frankly, I don't feel that I am ready to be a wife. You might ask why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Here's why. I have a LOT to learn. I can't be his wife now because of the obvious fact that we are both studying. Not that I'm saying you cannot be married while studying, you can. Many people are doing that now (because of the cases we have here in M'sia). But we both want to finish our studies first. There is also the problem that I don't know how to cook. I'm good at baking, cooking simple stuff but if you're talking about Chicken Rice, main dishes (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lauk-pauk&lt;/span&gt;) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rendang&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lemak&lt;/span&gt; or something like that...I have little idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The main thing that makes me un-ready in being a wife is because I'm not good at cooking, keeping the household in one place and things like that. But after I read the blog and had some idea of marriage, I realised that I have to build myself up to reach that state. I want to be someone who is ready to be wed at any time. &lt;u&gt;I want to be someone who can take care of her husband in the best possible way (and that man would me my now bf).&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Some of you reading this might think that I am too fast. But I don't think I am. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I want to change, if I want to learn, now is the time&lt;/span&gt;. Who knows what age we'll be married? Who knows what age we'll be dead? Who knows what could happen in the near future? I want to be prepared. I want to be prepared for him. I want to be the best for him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emotionally, mentally, physically, sexually&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Love does have its own power huh? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;It's changing me!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-113405233031155352?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/113405233031155352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=113405233031155352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113405233031155352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113405233031155352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/12/power-of-lve.html' title='The Power of L&amp;hearts;ve'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-113370062618305555</id><published>2005-12-04T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T23:16:32.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomplete</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; When he's not around, my life turned quite different. I become not as cheerful, I don't feel much in tune with the world, my tempers fall a bit short...to sum it up, I am not feeling at the top of anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; My mom has been expressing the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;no-need-to-go-see-him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; and stuff. And I don't know exactly what it all meant. She gave me excuses that it's not safe, it's not what us Malay would say, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;manis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;", it's wasting money (when I have totally a different view on it!) and etc. I hate it when she expect him to do all the givings and I do all the takings! This is my life and I deal it on my own. I will only take good advises that comes from her and not let her control the rest. If I want to give some and take some, it is not up to her to worry about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Just because he has done and given me a lot, it doesn't mean I have to just be the taker in our relationship. Everyone has their own love story. This is mine. I wish she would just be supportive and let me live my life instead on judging and criticising me on everything that I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; And there is the '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;' issue. I am insecure of myself..not around him but actually around his mother and his sister. Both of them are really nice and her mom treated me almost as if I were her daughter. His mom even said she trusted me with his son! Gosh, that's a big thing! But I am always alert if I said something not quite right to her or do something that she may not like etc etc. I don't want to do that...because as serious as this may sound, I do see her like another mother to me (well, if God allows it, she would be).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Thing is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I need him now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;. Here. With me. With all these things going on and these thoughts inside my head, he is the only one who can act as a tranquilizer to me. He mellows me. I can't imagine my life without him. I'd be...just not me I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I try...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;To go on like I never knew you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I'm awake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But my world is half asleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I pray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;For these heart to be unbroken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But without you all I'm going to be is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INCOMPLETE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yes, I would be incomplete. Just like the song. It fits. I need him in my life. Now and forevermore. No, I am not ashamed to admit...that I am in love with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Syg...I miss u soo much! Pls come back home soon.....i miss u baddd...my days aren't as bright as when ur around. I forced myself to smile...I forced myself to laugh. Every good thing all seemed shortlived. It's not the same without youu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-113370062618305555?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/113370062618305555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=113370062618305555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113370062618305555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113370062618305555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/12/incomplete.html' title='Incomplete'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-113353643927894113</id><published>2005-12-02T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T16:49:44.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;I love my bf. I love him more than I could ever love any man (not to say I would!) except my father of course...but even that is a respectful love. And so, I truly love my bf. He is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;#1 man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; in my life for now and forever. The one thing that I would regret is if we do not reach the final stage of our relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;There's never a moment where I don't ever think of him. Sometimes when I think too much, I got scared. Why? Well, things began popping up in my head. What if the unexpected happened? What if he gets bored of me? What if one of us becomes unfaithful? What if...what if...what if... Too many what ifs. I've cried when I got scared. I never felt the feeling before and I didn't like it. And at that time, I knew that my love for him was of no boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;He taught me things that I never knew. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;learnt to love&lt;/span&gt; him, my family, others and most importantly, myself. He made me want to be better for him and for myself. He made me want to change and he made me feel pretty (even though I am not). He loves me for me and I love him for who he is and for who I am with him. I took a slow time in learning how to be a great gf to him...and he waited patiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;He is the one man who can handle me, who knows me inside out, who cares a hell lot for me, who is able to go through the hurt I have given him and still stay with me. He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;loves me when I could not love myself&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He tolerates me in all of my bad times. He offers me his when I need a crying shoulder. He soothes me down when I am at rage or anger. He raises me up when I am not at my best. He tells me I am pretty when I feel like I am not. He takes great care of me when I am not well. God, I never wished for someone better. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love him and only him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I used to have a hard time in trusting other people…him included. Although he questioned why I can’t easily trust him (long time ago), he did a lot for me. He said he will do/give anything so that I can fully trust him. But then, all I need was for him to prove that he truly love me. That was then. And in the course of our relationship, my bf &lt;u&gt;never stopped believing in me&lt;/u&gt;. He believes that I would someday change by my own. He believes that eventually I would know how to behave better and know what is best. He believes that I will become the best of me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I guess the point of why I am writing this is because:     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.8in; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;1. I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinking of him every single second.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.8in; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;missing him&lt;/span&gt; terribly bad!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.8in; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;appreciating&lt;/span&gt; all of what he has done for me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.8in; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;4.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to keep this as an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;account of what loving him feels like&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.8in; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;5.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I miss him, I miss him, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss him&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.8in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And, finally, because I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;in love with him and will always be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.8in; color: rgb(255, 204, 102); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/146/1072/1600/i%20love%20him.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/146/1072/200/i%20love%20him.gif" alt="" border="transparent" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u&gt;    &lt;/u&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-113353643927894113?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/113353643927894113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=113353643927894113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113353643927894113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113353643927894113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/12/him.html' title='Him'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-113232905949430169</id><published>2005-11-18T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T23:50:59.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You know, I never wished I was single again. Because even with all the hard stuff I've gone through, I still like it here where I am. Sometimes I heard people (who are in a r/ship) said that they wishes to be single again...and a friend and I came to a conclusion : These people are feeling not right/depressed in their r/ship to be saying things like that. If you are okay and you feel that your r/ship is working out regardless of the ups and downs, you won't feel like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am not saying this because I have a great r/ship and that it's perfect. Because it's not. Nothing is perfect actually. I have my ups and downs...sometimes over some stupid things. But I have faith in this, I have faith in myself and I have faith in him. Relationship requires a lot of &lt;u&gt;patience, tolerance, gives &amp; takes, understanding, trust, honesty&lt;/u&gt; and I guess most of the stuff that you too can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am not what you say a girl that guys want to be with. Guys will treat me as one of them (of course, not exactly like they treat a guy!). My greatest friends are 99% guys and no, I don't feel any attraction to any of them. So, I respect my bf for trying to understand me (simply because I'm not the easiest person to be understood). I know that it's hard for him to take me as I am and to learn my ways...it's also hard for me to change from who I am before...but we're doing it both. Understanding each other's needs -- him giving me a little freedom to go out with them (because they are my friends since I was so little - "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is Friendship&lt;/span&gt;," Arif said.) and I have to create boundaries and limits in going out with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some of the guys that I used to hang out with are not to pleased with the way I am not in the case that I seldom hang out with them anymore (haha...they missed me!). They said some not so great things...but this is actually my choice. I choose to do what I am doing now...I don't want to hang out until late 12 midnight etc and they have to understand that. So far, Arif, Naf, Aji and Crip understands it (figures...since I've been with these guys since primary school). The rest -- some just kept quiet and some, well, as I was telling you before...hmmm... My action? I don't care. If I think what I'm doing now is good, I'll just continue with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That's what I really feel now. Just need to get this off my chest. Some of the guys like Arif, Crip, Naf and Aji...I don't mind hanging out with. They're always there for me, don't mind me being just plain Ili...the friend they knew since little, supporting me with good changes, lets me speak my mind out and giving me a piece of their mind after and so much more. Like what Arif said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ni lah Friendship!&lt;/span&gt;" (which reminds me also of what Ikan once said to me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Until then, I'll sign off here. Be back with another episode with another title. ;) Hehehehheh. ChOwWWwZZzzaaaAa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-113232905949430169?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/113232905949430169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=113232905949430169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113232905949430169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113232905949430169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/11/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-113172227604105362</id><published>2005-11-11T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T23:21:19.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet the parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Gosh I haven't blog for quite some time huh? Well..I've been busy with exams and all. Then after exam, us Muslims had our Raya celebration..which was a blast. Hehheheh. My theme this year is&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; green&lt;/span&gt;..but I was the odd one out of the family. Apparently, my family theme was a bit more to reddish,pink kinda color. So...yeah. Big diff there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Then, I have some eat-in last wednesday. It was actually in the occasion of &lt;u&gt;him coming to my house&lt;/u&gt; (as if he hadn't come!). I guess it's like a bit of a special thing...braya thingy. So, we prepared Laksa Johore for them and a bit of this and that eg fruits, cookies...not much actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Yesterday, it was my turn to go to his house. Truth is, I was quite nervous because his mom was going to be there. I've been to his house a couple of times but his parents were not around. And yesterday was like...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nerve-wrecking&lt;/span&gt; thingy!! I was concern about the way I look, the way I dress, the way I speak, in general...the way I present myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;There are so many questions in my head..is this ok? Does his mother like me or not..? Is this the proper way to act? I'm being myself of course..but I noticed the feeling of shyness that crept into me. Come on...I haven't been in a situation like this! It really is sumthing else! Goshhh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;And it was a bit of a relief that his mother is sooo nice (it reflects upon his son). His dad too! It shows that they both came from a good family. My mom was kind of surprised at how nice his mother is and that he treats me in a way that no one else does. She asked a lot about him and asked if I behaved well at his house...she should actually ask him rite..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I am soo glad that my parents &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;approve him&lt;/span&gt;....soo happyy!! =D Seriously, I really want them to see him as not like any other guys. He is the one guy that I truly love and of course, you would want your parents to approve someone you love rite...and alhamdulillahh...one burden down (since my parents have given the OK sign). One thing that I have to worry now is...Me. Erk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;And that's it for today. ChOWWwZZzZaAAa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-113172227604105362?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/113172227604105362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=113172227604105362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113172227604105362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/113172227604105362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/11/meet-parents.html' title='meet the parents'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112892507433461534</id><published>2005-10-10T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T14:17:54.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Know Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wrote this in the morning. Dedicated to a special someone ~_^ Hehehhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I don’t know why,&lt;br /&gt;You won’t keep out of my sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t push you off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why,&lt;br /&gt;But I just want you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why,&lt;br /&gt;I want you in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why,&lt;br /&gt;There is no one better I can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why,&lt;br /&gt;But I choose to love only &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112892507433461534?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112892507433461534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112892507433461534&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112892507433461534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112892507433461534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/10/dont-know-why.html' title='Don&apos;t Know Why'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112870357165710774</id><published>2005-10-08T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T00:51:40.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fasting + R/ship Talking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I am currently at home. Mama wanted me n Dini to coem home...I guess becoz after this, we won't know when will we be back again. I have exam coming up...so it's harder for me. I was quite reluctant to come home &lt;u&gt;because of him&lt;/u&gt;. I didn't want to leave him alone...I know how he is when he's alone. So, it's better if I stay. But I have promised to come home...and I couldn't backed out on a promise. I never yet failed fulfilling any promises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Tomorrow, I maybe going to OU or The Curve. Got stuff to buy...it's a bit costly for me. But I don't want to think much about it because if I do, I won't buy it. It's not that I don't want to sacrifice money or what but I have a life. And my life requires lots of money and I have no loans plus my parents don't give much. Kinda frustrating when you think about money and saving...and I am trying not to think much about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I haven't had a real relationship for so long and when I finally find myself in one, I was reminded of the things you face when you're in one. The bitter and sweet of it. The ups and downs. The struggle to keep up. The 'green' feeling. Oh, I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;. Really happy in mine. Not to say that I don't encounter all these things...I do. And I'm not saying it's easy...but I am going step by step. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Various people advised me this and that...some are worth looking into, some are not so. Then I realized, everyone has their own love/life story. So, I am &lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;creating my own life and love story&lt;/u&gt;, how about it? Positive advises are on my list...negative, I'd rather not listen to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Anyway, I better go to sleep. Or else I may not wake up in the morning for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sahur&lt;/span&gt;. It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fasting month&lt;/span&gt; for us Muslims. And I'm having exams. So, I'm off. C u anytime...ChOwWWwzZzzaaAaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112870357165710774?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112870357165710774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112870357165710774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112870357165710774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112870357165710774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/10/fasting-rship-talking.html' title='Fasting + R/ship Talking'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112796737848111603</id><published>2005-09-29T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T12:16:18.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Discovered something. Mama had been asking my sis about &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;. Hermm....what's it about I wonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;It's not bothering me so much...I'm just curious about what are being asked. I know that she's been &lt;strong&gt;suspecting&lt;/strong&gt; all along. Come on...someone sending me back home, me driving someone's car to class, etc...there is every reason for her to be suspicious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I guess I don't really care of hiding anything anymore. If she were to find out, let her find out by herself. I'm not going to tell. After that, maybe I'll admit hhuhuhuhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Today at my university, we had some election going on. You know, the uni politics kinda thing. I just went to vote just now. Done my part already. Fiuh! Truth is, I'm a bit lazy to go to class. Been feeling rather tired these days. Thought that I might be down with something but...maybe not. Well, &lt;strong&gt;hopefully&lt;/strong&gt; not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Nothing else to say. All I know is, tomorrow will be Cobaltte's birthday. Better not forget to wish him! I'm off now. ChOwWWwzZZzzaAAaaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112796737848111603?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112796737848111603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112796737848111603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112796737848111603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112796737848111603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/09/wonderrr.html' title='Wonderrr'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112780377398009334</id><published>2005-09-27T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T14:56:03.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Miss Him...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/146/1072/320/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112780377398009334?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112780377398009334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112780377398009334&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112780377398009334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112780377398009334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-thought.html' title='just a thought...'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112780165643354127</id><published>2005-09-27T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T14:14:16.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's bizarre the way life really is.  The way your mood can go up and down in just matter of minutes. It's a continuous wheel, non-stop. I don't know how to explain. Because yesterday, I had an up and down feeling. It came so fast and it goes just as quickly as it came (well, not so. It wanders around quite a while).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I discovered something today. My JAVA exam, which was supposed to be on the 27th, was dragged forward to 16th! Oh my god! I am sooo not ready for it!! I'm gonna be dead! Help me~~~ Anyone knows JAVA? Can teach me an intense course in 2 weeks? Waaa~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosh..I'm a bit hungry now. But I am toooo lazy to go eat. Besides, I don't wanna eat heavy meals what so ever. I'll be fine if I only eat &lt;em&gt;roti telur&lt;/em&gt; or something like that. Hmm...dunkin donut will do too! Hehehhe. Hmm..maybe I should go eat after JAVA class at 5. I'm sure by that time, I'm hungry as hell! If he knows this, I'll be half-dead maybe? Kikikiki. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, better go. I want 2 study JAVA. Got quiz after this. C ya later. ChOwWwzZzzaaAaa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112780165643354127?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112780165643354127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112780165643354127&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112780165643354127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112780165643354127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-day.html' title='just a day...'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112737264842564571</id><published>2005-09-22T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T15:09:07.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Pound Nugget Of Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;A Husband and Wife, Both were very happy over the twelve pound baby boy that was born to them. Mr. Brown who could not conceal his delight, called up the editor of a famous newspaper and reported that he became the proud owner of a twelve pound nugget of gold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;The editor upon hearing the seemingly extraordinary news was rather hesitant to accept it at its face value. So he sent his star reporter to interview Mr. Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;When the reporter came, Mr. Brown was away and his wife was alone at home. The following interesting conversation took place between the reporter and Mrs. Brown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Reporter : Does Mr. Brown Live here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mrs. Brown : Oh! Yes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Reporter : Is he in? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mrs. Brown : Why no, he went somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Reporter : Is it true that he owns a twelve pound nugget of gold? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mrs. Brown : (Seeing the joke) Yes, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Reporter : Can I see the place where he found it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mrs. Brown : I am afraid, not because Mr. Brown objects in as much as it is strictly private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Reporter : Is the place far? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mrs. Brown : No, it is quite near and convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Reporter : How many years has Mr. Brown been digging the hole? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mrs. Brown : Just for about ten months.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Reporter : Is the hole deep? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mrs. Brown : Quite so...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Reporter : Has Mr. Brown reached the bottom of it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mrs. Brown : Not yet, but he is coming near...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Reporter : At about what time does Mr. Brown starts digging? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mrs. Brown : Oh, he does his digging mostly at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Reporter : Does he work hard on it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mrs. Brown : You bet...........and how he perspires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Reporter : Is Mr. Brown the first to dig? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mrs. Brown : He thought he was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Reporter : How do you know there was someone ahead of him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mrs. Brown : I am in a good position to say so, because I own the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Reporter : Oh, I see, but you sold the place to Mr. Brown? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mrs. Brown : No, but for the present, he has the legal title to the site, with my consent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Reporter : Has Mr. Brown any helper when he works on the claim? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mrs. Brown : Yes, I work under him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Reporter : When do you think Mr. Brown will sell the place? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mrs. Brown : I think not because he enjoys working on it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Reporter : Can I see the twelve pound nugget of gold? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mrs. Brown : Yes, certainly (and she showed him the twelve pound baby boy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;P.S.: The reporter had to be taken to the hospital in an ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ILynn says : Hehehehehe ^_^ (Thanks Naz for the joke!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112737264842564571?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112737264842564571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112737264842564571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112737264842564571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112737264842564571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/09/12-pound-nugget-of-gold.html' title='12 Pound Nugget Of Gold'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112720056243498361</id><published>2005-09-20T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T15:16:02.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to do eh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. FAVORITE BREAKFAST IS..&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. THE MOVIE I'VE WATCHED MOST NUMBER OF...&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;let me see...dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. LEAST FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL...&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. SPEND MY LEISURE TIME&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;reading and internet-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. WORST SMELL?&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;vomit? or a dead thing's smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. IF I COULD HAVE ANY CAR IN THE WORLD, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;BMW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. FAVORITE HOUSEHOLD CHORE?&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hmm...fold clothes? heheheh + a bit of cooking when i have the mood (i don't cook much though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. WHEN I WAS A KID I DREAMT OF BECOMING A&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; detective of all things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. FAVORITE COLOR/s?&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;BLUE, black, purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10.FAVORITE PERFORMER(S)?&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I can name a lot...some are like JLo, Xtina etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. THREE THINGS I CAN'T FORGET BEFORE GOING TO SCHOOL?&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;handphone, watch and matric card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. I'D LIKE TO BE REMEMBERED AS....&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;a nice person altthough with many perks. hahaah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. SPECIALITY IN COOKING?&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I bake a lot like cakes &amp; cookies. If real cooking...Italian anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14. PRESENT CRUSHES?&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My bf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18. FAVORITE HANG-OUT?&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mapley hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19. BEST GIFT YOU'VE RECEIVED?&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Him. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20. GIFT THAT YOU WANT TO RECEIVE AS OF THIS MOMENT?&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Confidential ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112720056243498361?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112720056243498361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112720056243498361&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112720056243498361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112720056243498361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/09/nothing-to-do-eh.html' title='Nothing to do eh...'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112677336547761080</id><published>2005-09-16T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T10:20:08.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the result when you miss someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just wrote something today. This is it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Can't stop thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When you're in my mind 24 / 7,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Can't stop missing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When you're not in my sight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Can't stop loving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When ypu're in my heart all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Won't stop thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Because you're the one I care about,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Won't stop missing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Because your hands are not in mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Won't stop loving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Because all I want most is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;327 PM; 15 Sept 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112677336547761080?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112677336547761080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112677336547761080&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112677336547761080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112677336547761080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-result-when-you-miss-someone.html' title='This is the result when you miss someone'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112677375590251613</id><published>2005-09-15T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T16:42:35.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blower's Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Blower's Daughter - Damien Rice  &lt;-- I really like this song now! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And so it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Just like you said it would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Life goes easy on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And so it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The shorter story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;No love, no glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;No hero in her skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I can't take my eyes of you (6x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And so it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Just like you said it should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;We'll both forget the breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And so it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The colder water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The blower's daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The pupil in denial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I can't take my eyes of you (6x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Did I say that I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Did I say that I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Leave it all behind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I can't take my mind of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I can't take my mind of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I can't take my mind of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I can't take my mind of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I can't take my mind of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I can't take my mind...My mind...my mind...'Till I find somebody new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112677375590251613?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112677375590251613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112677375590251613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112677375590251613'/><link rel='self' 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HEIGHT: 176px" height="131" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/146/1072/320/DSCN6101.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;That's my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Baby Taz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. =) The one he gave me last Sunday. I was so thrilled and happy getting it. Now at night Taz is always beside me...huhhhuhu. It's sooo cuddly!! Yeaaaa~~~! Love him so much! (But even if he didn't give me Taz, I still love him more right..thehehehhe). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Today, 13 September. Wow...another few hours, and I'll be 20. But truthfully, I already felt 20. Maybe because I've been through much then..and also now. So, I feel like I've been living for so long. Twenty...and already happy with what I have (although the thing that I don't have is wealth. Gotta work first.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;    Today, nothing much happen yet. Just went breakfast this morning with him. And he insisted on bringing me somewhere in the occasion of my birthday. Although I said that it's okay, that it's no need to (because what matters to me is being with him, which is more than enough already), but eventually I just agreed. If that's what he really want to do, then okay. &lt;em&gt;Kuturutkan jela sayang...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;    Tomorrow, luckily no lab. So no 9 am class. But I have to prepare for cognitive exam at 12. And fortunately, objective questions! Fiuh!! No problem, I can do it. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;    Yesterday, after my English class, went out with Fiza to this restorant called Sarina. We just drank and eat fries and of course, our usual girl talk. Man, it's been quite some time since we really spend time together. Then, we went to Warta to buy some stuff and talk some more. Hehehe. &lt;strong&gt;Me &amp; Fiza&lt;/strong&gt;. Back together. (Doesn't that sounds weird? Hahahhahah).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;    Gotta chow now. So, til next time. ChOwWWwzZZZaAaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112659007184416843?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112659007184416843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112659007184416843&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112659007184416843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112659007184416843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/09/whats-good.html' title='What&apos;s good...'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112650244725340012</id><published>2005-09-12T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T15:23:50.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, the Heart feels...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a weekend! I thought all settled, but still...there's more. I think God wants me to endure all these hardship to make me a better person and to let me know how hard life really is when you have to consider someone else besides you. It's not a negative thing...but it's a learning phase in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so touched and also bewildered for the fact that he stays with me although I have hurt him so much. He has done a lot for me and no one has ever been that way to me, ever. I am saddened by the fact that I can't give so much...that I can't give everything that I wish I can give. But I am trying my best to do what I can, to be there for him and not to hurt him in any way. Yes, I know I am human, and I don't know what my mistakes are. Although I try to be perfect for him, there is no way I can be, right? Gosh, why can't I be what he wanted me to be? Okay, okay. Because I am me. Salwa also have told me that I don't have to pretend. Just be me. Gosh, I love him more than I ever loved anyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reality check ILynn! Anyway...today is Mom's birthday. Wished her already...yea! Since being with him, I have been trying to not quarrel with my family. Or maybe it's also the fact that I don't go back home as often anymore (and my money is getting lesser by day). But all in all, I'm glad that there are very less shoutings at home (except from the ever tempered Dini). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Know what? I'm just contented here, now. My heart says that I'll be okay. My head always want to think. But I want my heart to give more and my head to think more of the good stuff. I think I'll just exist here and just live. Til next time...I'm signing out. ChOwWwzzZzZaaaaAa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112650244725340012?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112650244725340012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112650244725340012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112650244725340012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112650244725340012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/09/today-heart-feels.html' title='Today, the Heart feels...'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112605814987076518</id><published>2005-09-07T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T09:55:49.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticking with what I have...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;In the lab. Lab 9 specifically. With &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt; and Adam here. Of course, they are busy with their own Net stuff anyway. Yesterday, I suddenly felt a bit pissed off. Well, not exactly pissed...in our Malay word, &lt;em&gt;bengang&lt;/em&gt;. It's of something that I took rather personally even though it's nothing really. But I guess, I don't want changes. I hope that things would get better though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week studies are hectic. Juggling with many stuff. Projects, exams, going out and presentations. I'm pretty beat actually...haven't slept much these past few days. Slept late, woke up early at 5 am. And today, Salwa and I decided to fast. It's &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Syaaban&lt;/span&gt; and it's good to fast. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...this lab is cold! I'm going to freeze in here..brrrr~ I don't really know what to write. I guess I haven't write in a while. Busy, busy, busy. Plus the fact that I'm always in UKM and not at home. However, I'm going back this Friday. Yippeee! Mom has been asking if I would come back this weekend. I know why ;) hehehe it's birthday weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, two days ago I met &lt;strong&gt;Ina&lt;/strong&gt;, my cousin, who came by KPTM because she had to do some lab work. Brought him with me. And it was a good meet-up. Much &lt;em&gt;sakat&lt;/em&gt;-ing from him (the usual). But whatever he does, he is still &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;the best guy ever&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/u&gt; =D &lt;strike&gt;Wish that my family would see how happy I am with him. But...it'll have to wait.&lt;/strike&gt; Hehehe. That's a bit soon. Actually, I am happy but there's always stuff that threatens and I don't like that. My feelings won't change but I don't like the way the environment and our consciences changing our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oookay ILynn. That's enough. You're thinking too much (&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, I better go. Got studies to concentrate on. All in all, I have to be strong and believe in us and my own life.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'll stick by with what I have. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112605814987076518?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112605814987076518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112605814987076518&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112605814987076518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112605814987076518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/09/sticking-with-what-i-have.html' title='Sticking with what I have...'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112520245687412889</id><published>2005-08-28T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T12:14:16.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I'm off...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a quick post before I shut this PC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is what's on my mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;I soo miss him&lt;/em&gt; (although I only haven't seen him for a day).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I need to go &lt;strong&gt;study&lt;/strong&gt; for real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I need to &lt;strong&gt;pack-up&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Is he up yet? It's already 12 noon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;What should I bring back to UKM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;The clock's ticking and I haven't really study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Maybe I should go back at 3 o'clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I can't seem to stop thinking of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;CSI on TV and I'm tempted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's time for me to go. Or else, I won't ever shut this PC. So, til the next post. ChOwWwzzzZAaa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112520245687412889?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112520245687412889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112520245687412889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112520245687412889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112520245687412889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/08/before-im-off.html' title='Before I&apos;m off...'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112516311841457998</id><published>2005-08-27T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T01:18:38.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Investigator</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Like I said before, &lt;em&gt;"Love is such a beautiful thing but also complicated."&lt;/em&gt; But even though complicated as it is, it doesn't stop me from embracing it. Love is really a beautiful feeling...so cherish it while it's there. And for me, not only while it's there because I hope that this love I have now will be here with me forever. So, I will keep it for the rest of my life. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Things have been great now...and I'm grateful for it. I guess the only problem is studies. Everything is going on a fast scale and I really hope that I could catch what I left behind. I'm having exam on Monday and there are 2 papers that I have to kill. I'll go study after this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh yeah, at home right now...my cousin is here, Yaya. Many things happened. Found out that Mama is investigating my personal life, in specific, my love life. Dear Yaya told me that Mama asked her many questions about us girls and whether we have boyfriends or not. As I suspected, Mama is on my trail. But not in a bad way, &lt;em&gt;alhamdulillahh&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Although I am on Cloud 9, my feet is still on the ground. I feel the reality and I know that no life and relationship goes as smooth as the flowing river. I hope that I am prepared for whatever comes and be strong to face it. I met his sister and had a chat with her. It surprised me of how easy it is for me to get along with her, although not a lot. But yeah, I don't feel awkward at all with her. It's fun to talk with her seriously. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hm, actually there's more to talk about. But I'll keep that for the next post ok? For now, ChOwWzZAaA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112516311841457998?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112516311841457998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112516311841457998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112516311841457998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112516311841457998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/08/investigator.html' title='The Investigator'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112461217833680729</id><published>2005-08-21T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T16:16:18.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dental Emergency</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear whoever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling on top of the world! (as of right now..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is how I'm feeling. Feels like telling just anybody that I am happy just where I am (all probs exempted). Huhuhuhu...life must have problems right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm at home. Did not plan to go home actually coz busy with Theatre but got emergency that forced me to do that. Had dental problem...hated it. Suddenly I have to do some pasting for my front tooth. The hole looks pretty scary...haha. And unfortunately for me, no dentist is opened on Sunday. Shoot! So tomorrow have to do it myself at Bangi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to UKM in about few minutes...after I have my Zohor prayers. And talking bout that, I'm late to do it. Already 4++pm. So, I better go. See you in the next post. ChOwWwzZZAaAaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112461217833680729?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112461217833680729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112461217833680729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112461217833680729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112461217833680729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/08/dental-emergency.html' title='Dental Emergency'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112425856386872935</id><published>2005-08-17T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T14:02:43.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the sake of writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sepenuhnya aku...ingin memelukmu...mendekap penuh harapan...tuk mencintaimu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Haha...that song has been on my head most of the time. Love that song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm in the lab. Doing assignment - English. I am thinking of changing website for my web presentation. Initially I took the Xtion Paintball website but found it difficult to let it load on the fac's computer. So, now I decided to switch to F1 website. I have a mock presentation next week, so I got to prepare a little bit for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, has been interesting so far. Few emotional problems with Theatre group, KTR. Not too many probs with &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;...haha. Actually, we're pretty comfortable with our relationship. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Hehehhe. Love him so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Studies...I would say has its ups and downs. I missed class for a week because of bad fever. And unluckily enough, it was assignment week. Most of classes conducted were given assignments. But fortunately for me, my groups managed it for me. And I, of course, apologized to them for my absence. Now, I am trying to cover back what I missed...hopefully can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Nothing else to write actually. Just merely writing for the sake of writing? Ahahahahah =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Hmmm...which F1 website should I take? Okk..ChOwWwZzZZzaaaAAaa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Now Playing : Menanti Sebuah Jawaban - Padi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Next Up : Pudar - Rossa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;p/s: I have netball match today! Wish me luck k!&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/12570684-112425856386872935?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112425856386872935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112425856386872935&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112425856386872935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112425856386872935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/08/for-sake-of-writing.html' title='For the sake of writing'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112417739648345401</id><published>2005-08-16T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T15:29:56.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Password</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;A woman was helping her husband set up his computer, and at the appropriate point in the process, told him that he would now need to enter a password.. Something he will use to log on.The husband was in a rather amorous mood and figured he would try for the shock effect tobring this to his wife's attention. So, when the computer asked him to enter his password, he made it plainly obvious to his wife that he was keying in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;P...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;E...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;N...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;S...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;His wife fell off her chair laughing when the computer replied:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;***PASSWORD REJECTED. NOT LONG ENOUGH***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;p/s: Got this from Naz YowWzZa! Hahahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112417739648345401?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112417739648345401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112417739648345401&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112417739648345401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112417739648345401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/08/perfect-password.html' title='Perfect Password'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112407704945961274</id><published>2005-08-15T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T11:38:11.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menanti Sebuah Jawapan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Aku tak bisa luluhkan hatimu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dan aku tak bisa menyentuh cintamu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Seiring hujan kakiku bergetar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Aku telah terpaut oleh cintamu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Menyelusup hariku dengan harapan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Namun kau masih terdiam membisu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sepenuhnya aku ingin memelukmu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mendekap penuh harapan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tuk mencintaimu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Setulusnya aku akan terus menunggu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Menanti sebuah jawapan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tuk memilikimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Betapa pilunya rindu menusuk jiwaku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Semoga kau tahu isi hatiku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dan seiring waktu yang terus berputar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Aku masih terhanyut dalam mimpiku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sepenuhnya aku ingin memelukmu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mendekap penuh harapan,&lt;br /&gt;Tuk mencintaimu,&lt;br /&gt;Setulusnya aku akan terus menunggu,&lt;br /&gt;Menanti sebuah jawapan,&lt;br /&gt;Tuk memilikimu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Aku tak bisa luluhkan hatimu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dan aku tak bisa menyentuh cintamu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112407704945961274?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112407704945961274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112407704945961274&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112407704945961274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112407704945961274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/08/menanti-sebuah-jawapan.html' title='Menanti Sebuah Jawapan...'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112407664994027048</id><published>2005-08-15T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T11:30:49.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skipping class...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Been quite a while since I wrote. Many, many things have happened. Also many ups and downs but thankfully I got through it. Realized that being open and honest with people paid off. I'm ok now...so far. I have great friends that supports me...even if some other people always laugh us off. But unfortunately, their lives are not as great as mine right now. Couple of them has crisis with their own respective partners. And I, as the ears to their probs, felt bothered a bit because I don't want him to do the same to me. I know that it hurts because I've been through a relationship where my then bf did not even bother to contact me even though he said he loved me and all. And I also felt worse things than that in my past relationships. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really do pity my friends who are having relationship problems now. We girls always say that guys are hard to understand but then, I know that guys also feel the same way. In conclusion, both guys and girls are complicated. I won't say that my life right now is perfect in every way. I do have my shares of probs but luckily, I am able to get through it. I've been through worse than any of the stuff that has bothered me now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I got to go after this. I am skipping JAVA class...with Dudu. I am trying to be there for my friends when they are in need. So, before I log off, I will post another one with lyrics of the song that I really like right now. Hehe. ChOwWzZzaAaAAaa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112407664994027048?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112407664994027048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112407664994027048&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112407664994027048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112407664994027048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/08/skipping-class.html' title='Skipping class...'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112236102590358012</id><published>2005-07-26T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T15:06:11.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hati Perempuan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Got inspired in the morning (while in the shower) and wrote this in my mind. It may be because of my now lovely life and because of Salwa's story of her bf. A bit cheesy here but I hope you can bear it with me k. Just comment if you must. Thanks! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hati perempuan senang bergolak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Perlu sentiasa diberitahu bahawa dia disayangi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hati perempuan sentiasa mencari yang terbaik,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Kerna dia hanya mahu cinta yang terbaik untuk dirinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hati perempuan mudah berasa kecil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Kerna dia sering menganggap dirinya tak setanding yang lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hati perempuan sering tertanya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Kerna dia tidak mahu diperbodohkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hati perempuan selalu menguji,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Kerna mahu mengetahui tahap kesetiaannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hati perempuan adalah rapuh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Kerna takut andai ditinggalkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hati perempuan boleh berubah-ubah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dia bisa berfikir dua kali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hati perempuan mudah ragu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tidak yakin ada yang menyintai ke akhir hayatnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hati perempuan sentiasa menginginkan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Kasih dan sayang dari yang tersayang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hati perempuan hanya mahukan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dirinya dihargai dengan layanan yang setulusnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hati perempuan cuma mengharapkan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Satu Cinta&lt;/strong&gt; yang bahagia hanya untuk dirinya seumur hidup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112236102590358012?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112236102590358012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112236102590358012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112236102590358012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112236102590358012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/07/hati-perempuan.html' title='Hati Perempuan'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112226783445623625</id><published>2005-07-25T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T13:03:54.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dini and UIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back in UKM. At the lab now. Waiting to go to English. Anyway, my sister got into UIA. Haha...she's never been away from home. Moreover, it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;UIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! Knowing her, I know she's down about the whole thing. She dreamt of going to private college taking mass comm or sumthing related. But yeah, yesterday me and my parents sent her there (I have to carry the big heavy bag for her!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And also I found out another thing. Sadly, &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;she broke up with Hafiz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Man, I really liked the guy. He's nice to me at least even though a bit &lt;em&gt;'skema'&lt;/em&gt; and very the good innocent (not really) kinda person. Anyhow, I did expect this to happen sooner or later coz Nor has been telling me a little about her probs with Hafiz. Oh...and secretly, if she ended up with &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanif&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (her best guy friend), I will not be surprised either. Why? Haha...Hanif used to have a big crush on her and now, looking at the fact that she's soo close to him (in terms of friendship), anything can happen. As for my opinion, I don't object. =) Hanif is a fine guy too. In fact, I used to encourage her to give that guy a chance (she did not though).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, that's about it. Nothing much been going on in my part of life (haha as if!). =P Nah...not telling it now. Maybe later if I feel generous to blab about my pretty great life now. Hehehe. I got to go now. Forgot that I haven't done my English exercise. See you next time. ChOwWwWzZzZaAAaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112226783445623625?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112226783445623625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112226783445623625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112226783445623625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112226783445623625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/07/dini-and-uia.html' title='Dini and UIA'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112213635661154764</id><published>2005-07-24T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T00:33:47.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gesture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I got back from UKM yesterday. He sent me home. =) But that is not why I'm writing. It is because of his gesture. Coincidencely, when he was about to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;gerak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; from my house, Mama got back from fetching my last sis at tuition. I saw his car was about to stop but I thought none of it and just went into the house straight away. But the truth is, he wanted to stop and just kind of introduced himself to Mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;When I knew that, it made me feel flattered + shocked because none of my other guy friends ever did that. It proved that he is definitely different and okay, to me, something special. =) Mama asked about him after that but I did not elaborate much. Only today I told her that about his intention to stop his car, meet her and all. And guess what? She liked the fact that he's like that! She said it was a really nice gesture from a friend of mine and compared that to my other guy friends' action if they were given the same situation. I think she kind of suspected or something...but just kept quiet and did not ask THE question (but it's not like I am hiding the truth...we're not a couple or anything).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It did not stop there though. She asked who else was in the car when we went out in the day. I sneakily skipped that one. Hehehe. I'm quite good at changing topic I guess. = P However, although I'm in the clouds with these feelings going on in me, I have to remind myself of the real fact. I have no rights to just go out and say things as if he is my own. Because he is not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It does not matter if I get jealous (although so far there is only one time) or if I just want him with me...because in the end, I have to realize that we're like this now. Not that I am complaining much (I don't deny that my mind sometimes wonder) because people always say, "If you're meant to be, you will be." Anyhow, I will just be here now. Cherishing the moment that I have. I am happy as for now, and pray to God I'll be happy for future to come. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Kk..I think that's too much for this post. I'll be off. See ya friends! ChOwWwZZzaaAaa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112213635661154764?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112213635661154764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112213635661154764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112213635661154764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112213635661154764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/07/gesture.html' title='The Gesture'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112143411437468655</id><published>2005-07-15T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T21:36:11.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why football is played for 45 minutes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Haha...interesting (and cheeky) theory. Have a good laugh at this boys n girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;This is a damn good joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Why football is played for 45 minutes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Those who thought of this must have lots of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Why people play football for 45 minutes, not 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; minutes or 1 hour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Even the sports scientist and some of the senior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; players could not give the right answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;In that confusing situation one person came up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;with a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; reasonable answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;He said......."The reason people play this game for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; minutes is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;There are 2 teams and there are 11 players in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;each team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Each player brings his own '2 balls'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;So in total there are 44 balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;There is one ball on the ground itself. Thus the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; grand total is 45!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Question Answered !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;sometimes there is extra time of 2 mins which is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;referee's balls! It's a joke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112143411437468655?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112143411437468655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112143411437468655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112143411437468655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112143411437468655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-football-is-played-for-45-minutes.html' title='Why football is played for 45 minutes?'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112143397609238952</id><published>2005-07-15T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T21:37:58.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When a Guy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got this from Friendster. Shu posted it on the bulletin. So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;When a GUY is quiet and is alone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;He's is thinking how good you are.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;When a GUY is lying on his bed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;He is thinking deeply why he loves you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;When a GUY looks at you in your eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;He wants to tell you how much he loves you and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;how important you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;When a GUY answers "I'm Fine" after a while, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;He is not and feels hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;When a GUY keep asking you the same question, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;He is wondering why you are lying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;When a GUY hugs you while sleeping, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;He is wishing that you belongs to him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;When a GUY calls you everyday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;He Misses You and wants your attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;When a GUY wants to see you everyday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;He cares for you and want to know how are you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;When a GUY sms's u everyday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;He wants you to know he is fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;When a GUY says "I love you", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;He really means it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;When a GUY says that he can't live without you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;He has made up his mind that you are his future &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;When a GUY says "I Miss You", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;He wants to see you immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112143397609238952?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112143397609238952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112143397609238952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112143397609238952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112143397609238952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/07/when-guy.html' title='When a Guy...'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112118358091181398</id><published>2005-07-12T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T00:05:46.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Souvenirs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;At home now. Tomorrow going to move in into my room at AMIN. So, early morning have to carry my bag of clothes there. Oh well, have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;My mood, good now. I had an hour of sleep in my room before going back home. He sent me and gave me the souvenirs that he bought while he was outstationing. I kept my promise and only looked at the stuff at home. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baik&lt;/span&gt; kan me..? heheheh. Well, got back home and Mama was kind of waiting for me. Then only I looked at what he gave me, with my Mom by my side; asking who gave and all. Haha..only said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kawan Yana bagi, blablabla&lt;/span&gt;," and that is about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I absolutely loved the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Kangaroo&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Guitar&lt;/span&gt;! Kangaroo - cute! A bit like a squirrel hehe. Guitar - I just squealed when I saw it. =D Both are already glued to my school bag (I like to make full use of things that people give me). And also, there's this kind of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;crystal thing&lt;/span&gt; (similar) and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;nice looking girl statue&lt;/span&gt;. =) Those are already in my room. Hehe. Much thanks to him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Guess that's it for now. Til tomorrow maybe if I have the time to go online at lab. ChOwWwzZzZaaAaa!! &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/12570684-112118358091181398?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112118358091181398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112118358091181398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112118358091181398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112118358091181398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/07/souvenirs.html' title='Souvenirs'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112113870642397291</id><published>2005-07-12T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T11:25:41.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Day back at Uni</title><content type='html'>Right about now, I'm in the lab at my fac. Not feeling too perky or anything. Can't explain what I'm feeling but definitely something I don't like. Plus the fact that I am bored. Got about 45 mins to next class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, great (but not so great) news. I got into AMIN. Yeah, the first day I went there to appeal, I got it there and then. But there is one problem for me. Morning classes and bus system. It's not going to be convenient for me and I'm sure I will be late for classes if I take the bus. So..I'm just wondering and surviving for the meantime. Wait until Haikal got his motorbike and then, every morning, I'll probably go to classes with him. Well, we set it up already. Yeah! Thanks a lot to Haikal (just have to make sure he go to classes)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..classes. So far, still surviving. And my friend at my side is looking at his profile...I'm just keeping quiet. Who cares right? As long as she doesn't know who. Because she claimed earlier just now that she suspected something and said she may know who and stuff. Gladly, it looks now that she had no clue. Well, she's always out to know what's going on with my life anyway. Used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back home at about 4 pm. That's it for now. Still feeling bored and not so up in the mood. So then, I'm off. ChOwWWwwZzzZaAaaa!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112113870642397291?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112113870642397291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112113870642397291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112113870642397291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112113870642397291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/07/2nd-day-back-at-uni.html' title='2nd Day back at Uni'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112092717497885000</id><published>2005-07-10T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T00:41:31.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not chatting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Well, it's already 12 midnight. I'm not chatting with him. We're getting ready to enter uni. He's probably packing. And me, going to write appeal letter after this. I have to be ready with a few letters. Tomorrow, going to Kolej AMIN to appeal. Monday, to Kausar. And maybe Burhan. We'll see how it goes. I'm also praying that I get Dato' Onn. Appealed there before went off holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;As about now, apart from all these 'rayuan' stuff and registration subjects on Monday, I am just thinking of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; (isn't there a day that I don't think of him now?). I may not say it often or say it to him just now, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I do miss him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;. Even while doing some work like just now - recovering the house computer from a hell of bad spywares and fixing a tall lamp - he's on my mind. Crazy am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It's not like I haven't tried shutting it off, but I found that it was of no use. I knew already that I'm stuck here. And I am actually enjoying this. Now just enjoying, but drawn into. Everyday...there seems to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;more reasons for me to stay, for me to love.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; It is a new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;...new things to explore, interesting stuff may appear, obstacle may come, clean and bumpy paths waiting ahead...and I am all prepared. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;And this is ILynn reporting from home. Hehe. Til next time. ChOwWWwZZzAaAaa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Current fave : Segudang Cinta - Ada Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Playing now : Sesuatu Yang Indah - Padi Cover (dunno who sang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Next up : To Be With You - Mr. Big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood  : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Miss him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112092717497885000?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112092717497885000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112092717497885000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112092717497885000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112092717497885000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/07/not-chatting.html' title='Not chatting....'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112092492752738664</id><published>2005-07-09T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T00:02:07.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If A Girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Someone posted this at the Friendster's Bulletin and I just copy and paste. Haha..just for fun. Something for girls to see and learn from it. Something for guys to wonder about it and relate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;If ur girl is willing to be with through all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;pain n problems it means she really loves u n she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;is willing to endure all the pain u face....would u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;wanna let go of ur girl...the only one who loves u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;truly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;If ur girl is happy for u no matter what ur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;happy about its means that she willing to share ur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;joy n happiness even if at that moment she is goin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;through pain....would u wanna let go of ur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;girl....the only one who truly loves u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;If ur girl tells u that she loves the way u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;hold,touch n embrace her it means that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;she is letting u noe that ur special to her n that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;she loves everything about u.....would u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;wanna let go of ur girl...the only one who loves u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;If ur girl always says that ur better than her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;in all field it means that she always wans to b &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;number two after u n she always wans u there to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;guide her through her life n most importantly she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;respects u....would u wanna let go of ur girl....the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;only one who loves u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;If ur girl never gives up n always waits for u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;patiently no matter how long it takes for u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;to come back to her it means that she never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;wanna b without u n ur the only one in her heart n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;the one she truly loves......would u wanna let go of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;ur girl....the only one who loves u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;If ur girl never asks u why u never say 'i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;love u' to her as often as she does it means that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;she's trying her best to understand ur situation n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;she doesnt wanna u to get sick of her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;complaning.it means she really loves u n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;she's so damn understanding....would u wanna let &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;go of ur girl...the only one who loves u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;If ur girl never rushes u into a relationship &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;even after u confess ur feelings to her just bcoz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;u told her to wait for u till ur work is done it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;means dat she is willing to wait for u for the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;rest of her life just to hear the word 'yes i wanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;b with u' bcoz she loves only u n she's willing to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;sacrifice it....would u wanna let go of ur girl...the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;only one who loves u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;If ur girl cries for u just bcoz she misses u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;it means that she always wants to be wit u n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;she only feels secure when she's wit u....would u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;wanna let go of ur girl....the only one who loves u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;there is a lot that a girl would do for a guy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;she loves but sometimes guys just dun seem 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;understand that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112092492752738664?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112092492752738664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112092492752738664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112092492752738664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112092492752738664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/07/if-girl.html' title='If A Girl...'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112066223387592500</id><published>2005-07-06T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T12:45:16.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Things Are Just The Way You Like It...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Finally! Went out today. Yeahh! =D But nowhere too far. Just OU. With who? Hehehehhehe. With &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;. Yeap. *smiles* He came all the way from his place to mine and that has already made me feel...hmm...something else. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Anyway, went watching movie, Batman Begins. Comments? Haha..it was a good movie. But with many poyo macho elements in it ahahahhaha. Many explosions scenes in the movie and the real actions were nearly at the last part. I found the bat tank to be very nice for a starter. It has good stuff that comes with it although it's very big and detectable. But nonetheless, enjoyed the movie (even though the aircond was soo soo cold!!). Nothing much after that at OU. Just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bersiar-siar&lt;/span&gt; around OU, window shopping, talk and laugh a lot. Hahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I bought a cap! With Tazmania imprinted on it. It's sooo cute! I've been wearing a headgear (cap/hat/bandana) quite often and decided that it's time for me to get a proper cap. And I did today. New guitar picks for me today since I kept losing it. The guys always borrow and misplaced it. Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;So..I guess that's a short account of today. Hehehe. My mood? One of the best ;) I'm a bit tired...but it's alll good! Oh yeah...news about hostel thingy. My friend told me I can stay at her room while I'm appealing if I want to. But I said to her that I may be staying with her 2 days a week. But if I feel leceh to ulang-alik, I'll consider in staying there first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;So that's it. ChOwWWzZzzzAaAaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112066223387592500?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112066223387592500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112066223387592500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112066223387592500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112066223387592500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/07/when-things-are-just-way-you-like-it.html' title='When Things Are Just The Way You Like It...'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112058598917460105</id><published>2005-07-06T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T01:53:09.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm at home. This is the last week of my long looong holiday. And boredom is starting to get me. Seriously, I am so bored at home. All I do is online, watch TV, eat/drink, online again, watch TV again...etc etc. Typical routine day huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;At times, if I'm lucky enough, the guys call up to hang out. But since now is the time everybody head back to studying, lepaking has become rare. Except for weekends I guess. Even if we hang out at mamak  in the evening, there's not much to talk about. Just enjoy big laughs together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm prepared to go through a week to and fro from house to classes. Naf and Crip will be the ones helping me out in sending to komuter and taking me back from there. Except I may have to stay two nights at UKM. Maybe I'll ask Shidot if she's willing to have me over for two nights a week. Hopefully can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Okk, actually I'm pretty sleepy. Gotta dash off. ChOwWwZZzaaAAaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112058598917460105?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112058598917460105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112058598917460105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112058598917460105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112058598917460105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/07/boredom.html' title='Boredom...'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112038201508157418</id><published>2005-07-03T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T17:14:59.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life-less Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;What a boring Sunday! Staying home and doing practically nothing (except bit of TV watching and onlining). Suggested to Abah to go to Low Yat and he told me he had work to do. Now is already 5 pm and I don't see him going anywhere at all! He's watching TV and sleeping! I'm not pissed or anything but I am just sooo boreddd...! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Plus the fact that I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;missing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a lot...and yeah, obviously staying home is not helping in lessening that feeling. Nor is also feeling very very bored. Maybe we can both lure Abah to go to Dunkin Donut after this? Hmm...not a bad idea. We'll just say that we're really really bored and feels like we have no life (that's a bit over huh? Haha)...and we want to go out. Even if bringing us for a ride around Damansara and Penchala is enough already. We need outside air!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Okk...let's go with the plan...hahahahha. I'll update with the resukts ;) ChOwWWzzzZzZZAAAaAaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112038201508157418?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112038201508157418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112038201508157418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112038201508157418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112038201508157418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-less-sunday.html' title='Life-less Sunday'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112032358818130748</id><published>2005-07-03T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T01:04:09.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Find It Hard 2 Say...But...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Been surfing a lot and doing nothing a lot too. =P The guys invited me to joined futsal but because they are going at midnight, I simply refused. Wanted to go online actually. Besides, I don't really have the mood to go out late because I planned to go to Low Yat tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Anyway, we had our school's reunion at Ayob's house which is okay, fun I guess. Watched AF concert while I was there. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like Yazer&lt;/span&gt; no matter what. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marsha&lt;/span&gt; had replaced that empty spot in me since Idayu's departure. But I still like Idayu ok. She has talent! Oh..two were out. Amy (finally!) and Reza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;These days, not to say things are different but there is just that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'sparkle&lt;/span&gt;' that live in me. I actually don't have guts to tell all this and I always keep stuff inside me. I get embarrased when I feel something more. I don't know why. But after I had quite a talk with Fiz (at the reunion), I realized it's a small thing. Just go with the flow. Be bold but in a moderate kind of way. So, the real deal is...I'm thinking a lot about someone..and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;missing him&lt;/span&gt; a lot for that matter now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Funny ain't it? I rarely say that openly. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Missing him&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt;. But as of right now, let's not care about it. Reminder : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't think too much. Go with the flow&lt;/span&gt;. If in the end, it's not going +ve, I will have to accept although I admit, I think I will be disappointed and probably hurt. I have to try to be open. All that I'm facing and will be facing are all things to be learnt in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Ermm...I guess that's it for now. Dunno else what I should say. Can I go now? ChOwWWwzZZzaaAAaa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112032358818130748?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112032358818130748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112032358818130748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112032358818130748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112032358818130748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-find-it-hard-2-saybut.html' title='I Find It Hard 2 Say...But...'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112021120701012722</id><published>2005-07-01T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T17:48:43.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea-less Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Today was just a typical at home. It's quite boring you see. Well, like usual, chatting is the activity and doing some otehr stuff but I guess went you chat a lot, eventually you'll come to a point where you don't know what else to talk about. But I guess some silences are no harm. Sometimes, silence is good. Not silence treatment though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Tonight, going to watch Unleashed. The guys practically wanted me to go although it all seemd poyo. Haha..come on..you can't expect me to believe that they won't go just because I'm not watching rite? I know better hehehe. But then, I also know it's just their bait to get me to watch. Oh well, since I'm a niceee person *cough, cough* I'll go watch the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Had this whole new thing..but maybe that's just for me to know. Not for you to find out ;) What else? Just got my cheque yesterday. Haven't cashed it yet. Maybe tomorrow or Monday. Mom is nagging again. This time about getting college thingy. I told her that I did not secure one..and now only she had the nerves to nag me. She should have done that earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Uhh..okk2. I'm soo blank. Wanted to go jogging..but soo lazy. Duno what else to do...dunno what else to talk about..hmm....guess I'm out now. ChOwWwzzzZaAAaaa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112021120701012722?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112021120701012722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112021120701012722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112021120701012722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112021120701012722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/07/idea-less-day.html' title='Idea-less Day'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-112009947112942843</id><published>2005-06-30T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T10:45:39.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beneath the Cheerfulness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I am having this whole concious thing again. I keep worrying bout what others think about me and my doings. Cobaltte advised me to just relax and be cool. He said the guys won't mind anything and that I have forgotten my own words, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brotherhood!&lt;/span&gt;". That kind of relaxed me a bit. Then, Dena even reminded me for how many hundredth times to not think so much. Okay2...relax Ily...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Anyway, this week is pretty hectic I must say. Beneath all my cheerfulness, there has been quite some conflicts. And with mom being difficult at home, it's not helping. Thankfully, I have my happy factors. =D And with this not getting hostel thing is also bothering me. It's going to be really tiring for me going to and fro from classes and my house, which is 45 minutes apart! Just my luck huh? Nvm, I am appealing..so hopefully I can get a place either at Kausar or Dato' Onn. Insyallahh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Hmm...mane Abah ni..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I am off to OU. I want to see Dena. She's a bit not well...in a way that she's not seeing anyone else except her family and me. She has her own story to tell and it's time for me to lend her a listening ear. Oh and Dena has been saying that right now I'm .......... (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oops, not telling!&lt;/span&gt;) though I don't know whether that's true or not. She insisted that sometimes other people can see it but not me. So, as about now, I am not saying anything because I don't know (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am I just so blur or wut..?&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Okayy...I think I should off this now. Dunno what else to do. Website is about 75% finished. I'll keep building until finish and tell you guys when it's done. =) ChOwWwzZZzZaaAaAa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Now Playing : Semusim - Marcell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Next up : Rindu Padanya - Azharina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-112009947112942843?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/112009947112942843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=112009947112942843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112009947112942843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/112009947112942843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/06/beneath-cheerfulness.html' title='Beneath the Cheerfulness...'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-111998098707744708</id><published>2005-06-29T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T01:49:47.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HaPPy Factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mood &amp; feeli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ng : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/146/1072/1600/classic401.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/146/1072/200/classic401.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you smile. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-111998098707744708?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/111998098707744708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=111998098707744708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111998098707744708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111998098707744708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-factor.html' title='HaPPy Factor'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-111975437547613823</id><published>2005-06-26T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T10:52:55.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Occupied &amp; Energised</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I have been really occupied these few days. Out and about. Mainly in the day. I try to stay home at night because of my mom's babbles. Man, her mouth seems to have a life of it's own. But all it does is criticises, babbles and scolds all day long. Before she went to Mekah, she has a quite short temper but since she was back from the Holy Land, it seems that her temper was even more short. Probably triple than before. And she has been very very sensitive. Ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;For two days, I had very little sleep. But enough for my body to take it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;3 hours of sleep a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;. Cobaltte was surprised that I have so much energy even with that kind of sleep. But I do. Yesterday, I baked a cake because I was simply craving for one. Then went out to meeting. Back home, I did more work. And today's plan : Out after Zohor for meeting and more meeting at 6pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I have been working on my website. Yes, I have one. I had neglected it but when Farid found it, I was shocked it still existed. So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;thanks to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;, I'm doing a total make-over on the website. The design is pretty girlish, does not potray a brutal side of me. But I liked it. You can visit it here, it is still in construction though : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" href="http://bluevirgo14.tripod.com"&gt;www.bluevirgo14.tripod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Now, in TTDIonWHEELS there is some stir going on inside. Guys do have a big ego yah. A member of the club feels threaten by other members, because we have been business-minded lately and have always been together discussing. He feels left behind I guess, but maintains his ego. Oh well, we decided now that friendship remains friendship. Other stuff, will have to stay outside of the club for the meantime. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;waiting for money to roll in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Last night, Cobaltte was expressing his thoughts on long distance relationship. Which caught my attention. He told me lots. Like how it's not about meeting up, hanging up or anything. That you have to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;mature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; about this kind of thing. There are many mind-openers that he gave me. Maybe in some other time, I will share it here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Okay, I'm off to working on stuff again. Til next post. ChOwwWwzzZZzaAAaaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;p/s: Such a great feeling when he understands you well. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-111975437547613823?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/111975437547613823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=111975437547613823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111975437547613823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111975437547613823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/06/occupied-energised.html' title='Occupied &amp; Energised'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-111971219525813924</id><published>2005-06-25T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T23:09:55.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AF3 - Pengundi yang tak bijak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I am sooo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPSET&lt;/span&gt;! Why? I can't believe that &lt;u&gt;Idayu&lt;/u&gt; was out! It was like Rosma's episode. Idayu was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the best&lt;/span&gt; among the students and other voters was just blind to see that. Or are they just looking for pretty nice figure singer? This is just absurd. I was sooo close to not watching AF again, but I have to support another person, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yazer&lt;/span&gt;. And if he's out, no way I am gonna watch AF3 again. This is not fair. Truly unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I was rooting for Idayu, Yazer and Marsha to be in the finals. Look what happened. Voters throw Idayu out! Oh, and if you guys were wondering whether I voted for my faves (Idayu and Yazer), no more questioning. I voted okay! Alright2...don't talk to me. I have no mood at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-111971219525813924?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/111971219525813924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=111971219525813924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111971219525813924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111971219525813924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/06/af3-pengundi-yang-tak-bijak.html' title='AF3 - Pengundi yang tak bijak'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-111957501175825621</id><published>2005-06-24T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T09:08:00.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Denganmu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="style2" style="margin-bottom: 0px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dengan          Atau Tanpamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;         &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tika          ku disentuh cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cinta          melirikan lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Gerah          kerinduan sendiri tanpamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kadang          mengusutkan jiwaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;          Namun aku tetap tegar jua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;          Lalu ku tempuhi semuanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;          Cinta luhur digelap menjadi cahaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;          &lt;pre style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dengan mu hidup lebih bermakna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;          &lt;pre style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Keyakinan mu pun semakin bertambah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;          Semakin mudah kaki mengatur langkah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;          &lt;pre style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Rasa tepatnya hidup bersama dengan mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;          Sebelum terjatuh sakit yang tak tertanggung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;          Atau kemungkinan langit esok mendung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;          &lt;pre style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dibawah langit yang terbuka&lt;br /&gt;Ku mohon rahmat Tuhan yang Esa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau          di takdirkan aku harus berhadapan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Berakhirnya          suatu ikatan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;          &lt;pre style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Akan aku relakan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;         &lt;div align="justify"&gt;           &lt;div align="right"&gt;             &lt;div align="left"&gt;               &lt;pre style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Pedih perpisahan&lt;br /&gt;Nyawa berpisah dari badan  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ditakdirkan berakhir dipertengahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Suratan          sebuah percintaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sanggup aku menahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;pre style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Pedih perpisahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Walau menghiris perasaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakitnya biar aku rasakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-111957501175825621?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/111957501175825621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=111957501175825621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111957501175825621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111957501175825621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/06/denganmu.html' title='Denganmu...'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-111949720570921128</id><published>2005-06-23T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T11:52:41.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother-Sister-Hood &amp; Relationship? Hmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Had few conversations with some of the guys. Suddenly, it came to the point of me and this whole relationship stuff. They were asking me if I am really single or in waiting etc etc. And I, could not answer. In the situation I'm in right now, honestly, I know something of it but at the same time, I seemed to know nothing. Pretty upside down huh? I cannot pinpoint the exact word of it all. Actually, I am afraid to take a risk. &lt;u&gt;It's like I'm on an unstable equilibrium and trying hard to get it balanced. I am standing still on it and afraid to move.&lt;/u&gt; And the things in my head. Sometimes I worry, sometimes I feel just right, sometimes I'm confused and sometimes it's all good. But to think of it, I don't have any trouble in where I am now. I'm okay with this, like this. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Oh, the bizarre thing is, they are trying to matchmake me with one of our gang. Huh? What the --? They know that I don't think any more of the gang except as brothers. Even Adlil said yesterday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"Brotherhood yeah! Oh..and sisterhood! Yg sorg nih jela..ahahahha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; But at the same time, they are fully aware when there is a certain someone in my life. The great thing is, despite their usual teasings and bullying their 'sister', they want to see me happy. As long as the person I'm with (whoever la) treats me well and they know I am truly contented, they'll be happy. These are the perfect friends, the perfect brothers. &lt;u&gt;I won't ask for more because I am already grateful for what I already have with them now.&lt;/u&gt; I just &lt;b&gt;thank God&lt;/b&gt; because he sent me these guys in all my good and bad times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;So, that's just a short account for today. Gotta go cook lunch. Man! See you guys later...ChOwWwzZzzaaAaa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;p/s: Do you think they were just bullying me with the matchmaking thing? Hmm..they'll get it from me! ;) Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-111949720570921128?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/111949720570921128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=111949720570921128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111949720570921128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111949720570921128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/06/brother-sister-hood-relationship-hmm.html' title='Brother-Sister-Hood &amp; Relationship? Hmm...'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-111942763061946585</id><published>2005-06-22T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T16:07:10.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AF 3rd Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Watched AF repeat just now. It was quite exciting because my favourite students, Yazer and Idayu really hit it! And I still stand on saying that Marsha is just soo sexy. Plus I liked the song that she sang and she was just really really pretty. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Idayu&lt;/span&gt; was perfect so is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yazer&lt;/span&gt;. I like them both!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1625/320/idayu%20-%20concert%203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1625/320/yazer%20-%20concert%2031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I have their songs downloaded in my PC already. Yeah! HEhehehhe. Curiga and Suatu Masa sang by Idayu and Yazer, originally from Ning Baizura and M. Nasir. Err...actually I don't know what to write. I'm in the process of collecting Rm2000. I know, that's a LOT. Think Ily..Usaha! Okk, it will definitely take time for me to get that money. Man, how? I have to think. (Ily, you're always thinking.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Okk..time for me to go. ChOwWwzZzzZzAaaAaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-111942763061946585?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/111942763061946585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=111942763061946585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111942763061946585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111942763061946585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/06/af-3rd-concert.html' title='AF 3rd Concert'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-111933374005194418</id><published>2005-06-21T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T14:04:16.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Live!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;There was nothing much. Just that I've been thinking a lot. This and that. Some stuff that's bothering, some are just worth thinking about... I've got less than a month til I enter uni again. Oh man! The continuing struggle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Today, KTR appeared in Berita Harian. KTR = Kelab Teater Rimba. Yes, I'm active in theatre. Khalid Salleh commented about our performance at Shah Alam Museum, a piece called '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Perkahwinan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;'. Despite the comments, we at KTR will take those as words of wisdom and learn through it. But creative ideas from young &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;teaterawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; will not stop. We will continue with our effort, work and journey. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Long live KTR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;And I have update ToW's blog. Yes, we had fun with the sun and all ;) hehe. I have also posted some pictures at the blog. All in all, we had 200++ pix (WOW) but of course, not all will be displayed. Just enjoy what is there yah! Mama is starting to dissaprove me with the guys, but she can't do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; ToW is my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;. They're my brothers and some of us even vowed that we will maintain our family and as one member said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Susah sama susah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;". &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Long live TTDIonWHEELS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" href="http://bluevirgo.blogs.friendster.com/in_this_mind_heart_and_so/" target="_blank"&gt;TTDIonWHEELS blog site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Okk, I'll be off now. See you guys later...ChOwWwzzZZzZAaAaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-111933374005194418?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/111933374005194418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=111933374005194418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111933374005194418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111933374005194418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/06/long-live.html' title='Long Live!!'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-111924154465183046</id><published>2005-06-20T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T12:25:44.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back &amp; last night's F1 a bummer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm back! It was such a great weekend! Man, really it was. PD was hot but with the guys with me, I felt loose. No probs in my head at all...except that I was always thinking of him. Even now, I felt the urge of messaging him but maybe a little later, I'll just miss call. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pix are already in my HD. So far, I've got 115 pictures. They'll be more, I tell you. Swen, Hisyam and Amin haven't send me theirs. I was the cameragirl, as usual, so there won't be much pix of me (bummer!). But someone had to sacrifice to take pictures rite? Anyway, we arrived at about 4++pm and stayed at Aji's grandfather's house at the Saujana area. We also went to the Saujana Beach and had a real blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bbq in the night and the guys had shisha afterwards (courtesy of Amin) with ghost stories...heheheh. I don't have much to tell now. My mind's kinda empty...maybe because I'm just missing........? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...last night's F1 suck! 6 cars ended up racing. Cars using Michelin tyres were advised to pull into the pit as a sign of protest over the unsafe track. For more info, here are the stories :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/motorsport/formula_one/4109604.stm"&gt;      US race boycott set 'to harm F1'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml?type=sportsNews&amp;storyID=8831467"&gt;Only six cars start U.S. Grand Prix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2005/racing/06/19/bc.car.f1.unitedstatesg.ap/index.html"&gt;14 cars boycott U.S. GP over tires&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go now. Pretty tired I guess. But I wanna go watch AF now. I'll be back later. ;) Bye. ChOwWzZZaaAaaa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-111924154465183046?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/111924154465183046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=111924154465183046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111924154465183046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111924154465183046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-back-last-nights-f1-bummer.html' title='I&apos;m back &amp; last night&apos;s F1 a bummer!'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-111903455790175986</id><published>2005-06-18T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T02:56:48.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Yes, I'm heading to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Getaway&lt;/span&gt;! I want away from this house...and I thought maybe if I am out this weekend, it'll be good for me. So, I will be outta the house about 830 am. This would be great, I hope so. I pray to God to give me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strengths&lt;/span&gt; while I'm off, so that I can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;calm my mind&lt;/span&gt; and search for the right solution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Besides, I am not the only one who will be away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; will also be away, and the best part is, to Langkawi! Gosh, how I wish could trade places with him. I mean, chocs n stuff there are cheap! Ferrero Rocher (30 pieces) is only RM19! Imagine that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Anyway, I am off to find &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;piece of mind&lt;/span&gt;. See you guys on Sunday or Monday? Yeah...that's from me. ChOwWWZzzZaaAaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-111903455790175986?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/111903455790175986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=111903455790175986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111903455790175986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111903455790175986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/06/away.html' title='Away'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-111891036362773595</id><published>2005-06-16T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T16:27:49.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scared of .........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I am scared. Of getting hurt. Today, I know something. I had suspected this but I maintained my cool over the past weeks. But I felt something more today that almost confirmed it. I have no clue why at first. And I was wondering the whole time. I try to shut it off but it demanded to stay. And now, I am scared if this would disappoint me in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Okay2. What I discovered was: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I care&lt;/span&gt;. A lot. No, I mean...a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHOLE&lt;/span&gt; lot. And I also know, that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; would get me screwed. You know what...I don't know. I'm confused. I'm probably a mess. And I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;definitely scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-111891036362773595?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/111891036362773595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=111891036362773595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111891036362773595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111891036362773595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/06/scared-of.html' title='scared of .........'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-111884969054475996</id><published>2005-06-15T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T23:34:50.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I Have To Be Beautiful To Be Loved?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought of this some time ago and wrote about it. Today I finally finished the article and editing it. So, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Isn’t it ironic? People often say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;“Who cares about looks?”&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;“Look on the inside – the heart.”&lt;/span&gt; But realistically, they don’t do that. As beautiful as the world may seemed (if you’re an optimistic person), it is merely stereotypic and pressurised. We have heard so many kinds of motivational talks telling us to be confident in ourselves and to shut all these naughty ramblings on being physically perfect. Yet, they only work for about a week or two and after that, we are back to being pressured. It is sad because it just seemed as if we are all being judged by our appearances. Why can’t we just be ourselves and the rest of the world just accept it? I guess the world is becoming shallower day by day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It is not a crime to be vain. Whether they are men or women. However, I found that men often complained on women being too dressed up or simply when a woman tries to make herself up. But they are contradicting their own selves. If you ask them what kind of women they want, I can tell you that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;95%&lt;/span&gt; say they want good-looking women.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So what will happen to the others? Well, some ended up with the other 5%, some grow old alone and for some, dedicated themselves to career. Now guys will say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;‘What about women? They are the same too. They search for the best things in men.’&lt;/span&gt; Yes, they do. But despite that women will still consider the inside. And when we manage to look deeper into one man’s heart and know him as whom he is, then only we decide whether to stay or go (doesn’t matter how handsome he is). &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In my experience, when I was still immature in all this relationship thingy, I used to look at good-looking men. But never once in my life did I score them. Okay, my last ex was cute. But I only go out with him because I really liked him for who he is. I haven’t had many exes, just two. I won’t touch about the other one though, who is a very hypocrite guy. I did have many affairs – the type where you are in the process to get to know each other and then suddenly, it did not work out. And they are also cute guys. I must have a thing with cute guys…hmmm… But one thing for sure, I prefer cute than handsome. =)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Back to the topic, I don’t want people to judge me by looks. Seriously, I don’t like it when people compliment me with words such as &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;“You’re cute”&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;“How come a pretty girl like you don’t have a boyfriend?”&lt;/span&gt; or anything related to that. I might feel flattered but I don’t really like it. Because that, has already shown how people judge you. For all I am concerned, I am neither pretty nor beautiful nor a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘Hot Chick’&lt;/span&gt;. I like to be simple, I like &lt;u&gt;others to see me as the real me and not judge me by appearance.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I have found that they are so many women out there who try hard to please men. Come on, you can look pretty and nice, but do not overdo it. I mean, what is up with all those skimpy clothes that make you look like a slut? Do you do this because of the attentions of men? Of course, they will drool over you and all. But it doesn’t mean they will pick you up for a long term relationship. My friend said to me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;“All these girls are just made for playing. If I want a wife, I’ll go for that kind (pointing to an innocent looking girl with tudung).”&lt;/span&gt; That’s the reality but I have also met some who doesn’t really care. Most men want girls who are supportive of them, giving cares and loves. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Now, the perspective of being beautiful equals to flawless zitless face and thin bodies, are emerging. Women are pressured by the thoughts of having model-like figures. To say that I am not influenced is so not true. Being one, I can’t escape from it. Everybody will have a say on parts that they don’t like about themselves. I do admit that I’m not excluded. But I don’t want to be loved by my physical. Of course, first attraction is looks. But after that you’ll realized you go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deeper&lt;/span&gt; than that. You tend to have a liking for a person because of his/her personality. &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Attention is far from what I am seeking. Sometimes I like to better my appearance in order to look presentable and to instil confidence in myself. But other than that, nothing. I even feel insecure at times when random people are looking at me. So, no attention for me. To others, I’ll just present myself and no one else. And in relationship, I believe I have grown. I will love a person for who he is and love him because of God. &lt;u&gt;I try to accept people as who they are because I want others to do the same to me&lt;/u&gt;. I don’t want to have to look beautiful to be loved. I want people to like me on the inside. I just want to be loved by being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who I am&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt; what matters most.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-111884969054475996?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/111884969054475996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=111884969054475996&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111884969054475996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111884969054475996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/06/do-i-have-to-be-beautiful-to-be-loved.html' title='Do I Have To Be Beautiful To Be Loved?'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-111874462736902949</id><published>2005-06-14T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T22:35:26.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>put up with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I suddenly wonder, how can people put up with me? Especially the guys, him... I know I'm such a self-concious person, I'm always trying to be perfect, I have low confidence in myself at times, etc etc. Sometimes, I myself don't know why I am like this. I try to avoid, try to push everything behind...but I simply can't. It comes within me. All the things I'm feeling...it's all from me. No pretending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I asked Cobaltte. How can the guys be patient with me? How can they put up with all my craziness, girlishness, loudness, seriousness...just everything about me? His answer was : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"You've earned their trust and respect."&lt;/span&gt; And I thought, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;'Wow, that's a big thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; It was because we all have been together so long, and I am the only girl in the gang, who puts up with them, their acts and jokes. It's receiving what I give to them. I told a friend of mine, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"I soo love my friends."&lt;/span&gt; And at that time, I realized that I really meant it. These guys mean a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be such a complicated person and having people who are sincere with you, understands you completely and accept you as it is, gives a whole new meaning of what true friendship really is. And in relationship too. I saw a saying about a week ago, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The feeling of love may come and go, but enduring friendship is what keeps it (the relationship) going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Had a talk with Swen, Hisyam and Cobaltte few days ago...and they were saying the same thing. When you marry someone, it's for a looonggg term. Things will tend to get dull and boring...feelings may disappear. So, that's a &lt;u&gt;challenge&lt;/u&gt; for couples to make marriage work. You have to be prepared to spice up and rebuild the marriage. You say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;'I have no love for him/her anymore.'&lt;/span&gt; Well, deep inside, what do you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; feel? Go watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Smith&lt;/span&gt; (not for action only but also for the lesson it tries to inflict). Then perhaps, you'll get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. A piece of me today. I'll be back with more later. ChOwWwwZzzzZaaAa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-111874462736902949?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/111874462736902949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=111874462736902949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111874462736902949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111874462736902949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/06/put-up-with-me.html' title='put up with me'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-111867918122369358</id><published>2005-06-14T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T00:17:51.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm Weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm Odd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm Hated&lt;br /&gt;I'm Rebellious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Underestimated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The Underdog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Pushed aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Disgusted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes, you can say all you can about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Torn apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes, I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-111867918122369358?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/111867918122369358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=111867918122369358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111867918122369358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111867918122369358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/06/hurt-me.html' title='Hurt me'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-111865913035875017</id><published>2005-06-13T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T18:38:50.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the waiting game...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It's 6:33 pm here. And I'm still waiting... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Bile nak sampai nih..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Bluevirgo out. ChOwWZZZaAAAaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-111865913035875017?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/111865913035875017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=111865913035875017&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111865913035875017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111865913035875017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/06/waiting-game.html' title='the waiting game...'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-111858288786138267</id><published>2005-06-12T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T21:29:57.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Went out with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Cobaltte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Swen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Hisyam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; at 3 pm. They saw the problem look on my face instantly. Our initial plan to watch Mr. and Mrs. Smith was cancelled since all nearby theatres were sold out (and I only knew last minute when the guys told me they want to go eat). So, headed to Homst, a restaurant near here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;The guys did not hesitate to ask me what happened. They knew something was not right. And so I told them about the fight I had with Mama and the pressure at home. Then, we all had our share of stories. Perhaps the critical home stories would be mine and Cobaltte. We both are in a similar situations except in mine, my mom is the queen control and in his, it's his Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I know that I really cherish their friendship. They're the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;best guy friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; you could ever have. They know me inside and out. Mostly. When I'm with them, it's a free world for me. I don't have to be much in control. We have known for years and years and are always together in a group...so it's never awkward and we all know each other well. Besides, when we're together all of us, we're a family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A family that no one can touch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; We back each other up and we have our ups and downs just like a family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;These guys are those who makes me happy and smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;My happiest moments are 98% with the guys&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; They're my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;brothers&lt;/span&gt;! Unbeknownst to my parents, they have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;helped me a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; through thick and thin. Lately, Mama doesn't like me to hang out with them. I don't know why...I mean, it's not a crime to be friends with them! Why judge them? She does not know that without these guys, I think I'll be empty. I won't be who I am today. They have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;accepted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; me as who I am and is always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;supportive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; of my changes. Even though they made me emo or mad sometimes, but they never fail to stick by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;That's the story for today. Bluevirgo out. ChOwWWZzZaAAaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-111858288786138267?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/111858288786138267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=111858288786138267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111858288786138267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111858288786138267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/06/guys.html' title='The Guys'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-111855971572997823</id><published>2005-06-12T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T21:37:35.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I don't understand. Why am I being treated like a 15 year old kid? Hello World, I'm 3 months to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;20 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;! I might look younger than that or act younger than that...but still, I want to be treated equally. If one wrong would get me grounded, might as well I just keep on making mistakes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;So mad with Mama because she made our family seemed sooo boring, soo rebellious, soo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pecah&lt;/span&gt; among us sibs...I mean, she's overprotective! When I see my brothers getting pressured of doing their school work, I really pity them. I know they play a lot but why can't she slowly ask them to do their works instead of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;forcing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; them? C'mon...doesn't she know that forcing could only make things worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Hmphh, I have rebelled countless times against her. Truthfully, most of my life I hated her. Only when I really grew up that I appreciate of the terms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;'Family'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;. And just when I thought things are beginning to get good, it all starts to go downhill again. On the other hand, Abah is his usual self. Being so damn quiet. When he gets mad, then only he speaks up. But then at times, I'm frustrated by his quietness. Can't he back up his own daughter? Or am I always wrong? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Am I really is a useless shit around the house?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;My friends and people around has said really great things about my family. But that only mean one thing. They have seen a &lt;u&gt;5 star movie with great actors.&lt;/u&gt; On the surface, it's all fine. But no one knows what's happening under it. I love my Dad, yes. For the fact that he has done a lot for our family. He's fierce, when he needs to be. There are happy moments in the family but the reality in this household, everything seemed professional. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; forgave Mama for betraying my trust. Oh, it's a thing in the past sure, but it'&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thing. If I trust someone fully and he/she played with it...I'll remember to the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;This might sound childish, but I want to run away. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;need a getaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;...and I know where. I'll go there for two days, away from my family. Then, I won't hear people criticizing me for being big, ugly, weird, loud or just anything negative. Or maybe, I'll prove them wrong. I'll change from being big and ugly. Not sure if I can change from being weird and loud though. Will a change be good for me? Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;God, help me get through this hard life. Yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will run&lt;/span&gt;. Made up my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-111855971572997823?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/111855971572997823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=111855971572997823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111855971572997823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111855971572997823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-will-run.html' title='I Will Run'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-111852666341162004</id><published>2005-06-12T05:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T10:49:59.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Left</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Accounts of AF3 2nd Concert&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amylea&lt;/span&gt; sang '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asmara&lt;/span&gt;' in a very manja way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marsha&lt;/span&gt; proved she can sing. And she is soo sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yazer&lt;/span&gt; was good! He rocks dude!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Idayu&lt;/span&gt; lost her confidence sadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Felix&lt;/span&gt; was really funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reza's&lt;/span&gt; performance (minus vocal) get the credit for the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt; - worst of all, with 2nd goes to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mawi&lt;/span&gt; (seriously, in my opinion!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuad&lt;/span&gt; really hit with that expression of losing the one you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aidil&lt;/span&gt; sang well, better than some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Akma&lt;/span&gt; did better than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; Other accounts that's worth mentioning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We saw the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;'Ahmad Dhani&lt;/span&gt;'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mawi perasan haha. Oh..and he suck at dancing! Look back and you'll notice he stumbled a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's this two &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makcik&lt;/span&gt; who were really kecoh! Kept shouting ,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daulat Tuanku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;', '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ampun Tuanku&lt;/span&gt;', '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bile nak naik LRT?', 'Aznil!!!!&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; They gave us quite a laugh though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The night was tensed due to fierce commentors and M Nasir himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Farah&lt;/span&gt; is soooo cute!! Zahid is bigger in size..hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Farah and Idayu seemed to have been friends before. (Hmm..?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Linda Jasmine is soo pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;It came as a shock afterwards when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Elliza&lt;/span&gt; was the first person got voted out. She gave a good performance. But I guess it wasn't memorable enough? Or maybe as Hana said, she's just an average? Nonetheless, Elliza also rock that night! Wished she stayed longer. She has a very nice character I think and fun to look at. That's just what I have to say now. ChOwWZzZAaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-111852666341162004?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/111852666341162004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=111852666341162004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111852666341162004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111852666341162004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/06/13-left.html' title='13 Left'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-111847249687566188</id><published>2005-06-11T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T14:56:40.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Funny Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You wanna know something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Right at this moment, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I miss him. I really do.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Shoot me for being so bold and for thinking so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Shoot me. Come, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shoot me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But truth is, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;can't stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I might have fun and forget a while,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;But it'll come back soon after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;What am I to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;What am I to do?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I just seemed to have lost control of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Funny thing is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; the thoughts that run in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyone have a cure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I need a cure, don't you think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;This is not normal, in my opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Look at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I am actually babbling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; need a cure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;But I guess I will have to  just wait then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-111847249687566188?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/111847249687566188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=111847249687566188&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111847249687566188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111847249687566188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/06/funny-thing.html' title='The Funny Thing'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-111845961446121771</id><published>2005-06-11T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T11:29:15.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AF Concert Tonight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Instead of waiting until Sunday which is tomorrow, I end up waiting for Monday! Flight problem it seems. But yesterday, chatted online. That actually made my day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with the guys to our usual Friday port at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bangsar Seafood&lt;/span&gt;. Then, went karaoke-ing. Not at Bangsar Avenue, where it'll cost us RM270 for just a normal room, but at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cobaltte's house&lt;/span&gt;. His parents weren't around so we karaoke-ed like mad. Haha. We did imitations of singers like Aqua in the song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Barbie Girl&lt;/span&gt;'. It was hilarious!! And I came back home so late (Swen didn't want to send me home. They were having such great time). As usual, I knew already I was about to get the lecture from Mama and Abah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, tonight I will be going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Akademi Fantasia's concert&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah! Free tix courtesy of Hana, a friend of my sis who has been a friend of mine too. In fact, my sister's friends are all my friends also. I guess they're just as crazy as me. But I'm not vogue or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Hot Chick&lt;/span&gt;' like them. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming week will be one busy week for me I guess. I have soo many things to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Settle &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;hostel&lt;/span&gt; placement (no, I haven't secured one yet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Plan the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;PD&lt;/span&gt; trip (next weekend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;mp3 player&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Settle OSON and give the rest to Khairul Marketing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Claim &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;salary&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I guess that's it for now. I'm thinking to go OU. Hmm...we'll see about that. If Dena can't go, I'll ask Nor to go with me (surely she will want to follow!). Okk..ChOwWWZzZZaaaAa from me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;p/s: AFUNDI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Idayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Yazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Playing now : Sex and Candy - Marcy Playground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Next up : 40 Kinds of Sadness - Ryan Cabrera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Mood : OK + Thinking of ----- + Want to go shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-111845961446121771?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/111845961446121771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=111845961446121771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111845961446121771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111845961446121771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/06/af-concert-tonight.html' title='AF Concert Tonight!'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-111838913767229291</id><published>2005-06-10T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T11:25:13.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;I thought at first that today was Saturday. Then I realized, it's only Friday! Man! Oh well, I went to OU with my mom and sis. Just window shopping...boring! I found a shirt I like, but I knew if I asked mom for it, she won't let. Guess I'll have to go maybe tomorrow and grabbed it. RM20 only! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of a song this morning because I dreamt about... haha. And I was in Living Quarters when that song was played! Wow..what a coincidence. Layan la aper lagi! Hahaha. Did this survey just for fun anyway.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Write your answer with title of songs/album with names of artists. Try it, this is fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your choice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Edwin McCain, KRU, BSB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are listening to…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Nothing Hurts Like Love [Daniel Bedingfield]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You would describe yourself as&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Fighter [Christina Aguilera]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                       &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Aneh [KRU]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Others describe you as&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Not That Kinda Girl [Jojo]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Crazy [Javier]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your current mood&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Miss You Like Crazy [The Moffats]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I Feel Good [James Brown]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6.&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Personality that attracts you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Slumber [O@G]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The Real Thing [Gwen Stefani]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7.&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your life is&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Colors [Utada Hikaru]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Long, Long Road [Bo Bice]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8.&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you do/need when you’re upset?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Chocolate [Kylie Minogue]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Sahabat [Peter Pan]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The Getaway [Hilary Duff]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;9.&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What are you thinking now?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;You [Jennifer Love Hewitt]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Sitting, Wishing, Waiting [Jack Johnson]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;10.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How do you love?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Aku Masih Setia [Dia Fadila]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;This Is Different [Joey McIntyre]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;11.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Describe your partner or crush.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Amazing [George Michael]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Satu [Dewa]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;12.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your dreams are&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Wonderful [Ja Rule]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Talk Shows On Mute [Incubus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;13.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your family is&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Bittersweet Symphony [The Verve]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;14.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What kind of friend are you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Kita Tertawa [Peter Pan]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I’ll Be Your Crying Shoulder [Edwin McCain]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;15.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your advices&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Love Is A Movement [Switchfoot]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;God Is In This Place [Plus One]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;16.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you’re mad,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Crush [Mandy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Negatif [KRU]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;17.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you want in a partner?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Loving Me 4 Me [Christina Aguilera]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I’ll Be your Crying Shoulder [Edwin McCain]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;True [Ryan Cabrera]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;18.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you want to be remembered as?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;One In A Million [Bosson]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Concrete Girl [Switchfoot]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Istimewa [Indigo]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;19.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What don’t you like?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Overprotected [Britney Spears]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Never There [Cake]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Sandiwara [Tyco]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;20.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you want to do now?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;- Still Around [Jennifer Lopez]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Play That Funky Music White Boy [James Brown]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-111838913767229291?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/111838913767229291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=111838913767229291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111838913767229291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111838913767229291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/06/songs-survey.html' title='Songs Survey'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12570684.post-111825006649834001</id><published>2005-06-09T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T01:01:06.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting The Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;messaged&lt;/span&gt; in Friendster! So HaPPy! =D Counting the days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Kingdom of Heaven. Yup..definitely a nice movie! Orlando Bloom looked really HOT! That's the first time I said that about him because I only liked him in LOTR. I didn't really think his face suited with black hair...but in Kingdom of Heaven, he's just WOW....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Dan and Arif to OU (haven't gone out with these two for some time). They wanted to eat. I was only accompanying them. Besides, I was craving for McD's shake. But I didn't get one...and I still want that shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, at 130 pm, me and ToW guys are going &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bowling @ Bangsar&lt;/span&gt; again. Yeahh! I guess because it's cheap. RM3/game for student. Good price huh? Next time, anyone want to join?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Cit-Cat Umie Aida and Ako Mustapha (thought of him).&lt;br /&gt;Watched Diari AF...Elliza sang D-Va's song (thought of him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy...just say it. I'm crazy? Yeah...I probably am. So what? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I am sleepy. Time to sleep. See ya then. ChOwWzzZzzZAaaAaA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now playing : I'll Be Your Crying Shoulder - Edwin McCain&lt;br /&gt;Next up           : Mr Ronald Moore - Pretty Ugly&lt;br /&gt;Doing               : Surveys, Counting days, Chatting (Dena and Cobaltte)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12570684-111825006649834001?l=bluevirgo14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/feeds/111825006649834001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12570684&amp;postID=111825006649834001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111825006649834001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12570684/posts/default/111825006649834001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluevirgo14.blogspot.com/2005/06/counting-days.html' title='Counting The Days'/><author><name>ILynn Virgobiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061451100393436387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qNJY51D0k/TlPfpnMqX1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6-bu32pdW0M/s220/penang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
