<?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-3924282938557545969</id><updated>2011-07-30T08:45:21.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle's</title><subtitle type='html'>♥Shy♥Blur♥Silly♥</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>turtlegal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359474586643417169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-201.friendster.com/e1/photos/10/26/3926201/25841042342108m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924282938557545969.post-2987461886985016516</id><published>2010-12-11T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T19:48:00.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>World of Fools</title><content type='html'>Comparing now and fifteen years back, the distinction is clear.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at how people change from one year to another is absolutely scary.&lt;br /&gt;Risking life for a better opportunity is adventurous yet leads to devastation.&lt;br /&gt;Above all, we are the actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we're living in the world of fools. You are an actor and so do me. We have our special roles so that world would not be safe and sound. But, do we really play our role? Question to ponder, question to wonder and question yourself about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I'm not complaining but I'm expressing things that I don't feel easy to express. The 2010 people are becoming more selfish. They don't really care others' feelings, they ignore what's right and wrong and neglect the nature of conduct. I don't mind if you're having fun, but do others feel the same? Even if it does not state in AL Quran 'what goes around comes around' our God is very fair. Whomever laugh out loud over others' depression, the consequences await at the corner of the road. We just do not know where and when we are going to slip. Thus, be sure that your good deeds pay you with a huge rewards. No matter how pious you are, if you have the heart problem ( i mean, jealousy) , you will never go anywhere. You will stick to the place you're standing until you realize the footsteps that have left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When talking about possession, obssession and frustration will come along. I can see how girls nowadays are very daring. Daring to show them off. Why? Where's the culture of 'Perempuan Sopan' ? Where's the culture of 'Timba cari perigi' ? Sometimes, I try to think why some ladies tend to show their weaknesses when in fact they have trillion other good things to show off. Sometimes, being too desperate is unhealthy ; making you feel more sick and others who read / witness it vomit. I may be too offensive but looking at weird things done by good ladies is not something to be easily accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, we are the actors, living in a world of fools. If there's no such type of people, the world will become dull and mundane. True, sometimes, this kind of people really makes someone's day brighter or vice versa. Without feeling sad, happy, or frustrated, we will miss one the greatest feelings in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, just play your role as the way you're assigned to. Cheers &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924282938557545969-2987461886985016516?l=caeni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/feeds/2987461886985016516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924282938557545969&amp;postID=2987461886985016516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/2987461886985016516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/2987461886985016516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/2010/10/world-of-fools.html' title='World of Fools'/><author><name>turtlegal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359474586643417169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-201.friendster.com/e1/photos/10/26/3926201/25841042342108m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924282938557545969.post-2315842764031986420</id><published>2010-08-26T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T12:38:53.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel</title><content type='html'>Looking at your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at your smile,&lt;br /&gt;vanishes all the worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the words uttered,&lt;br /&gt;everything is like in a wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;I could see the many shapes of lolipops,&lt;br /&gt;colourful cotton candies,&lt;br /&gt;and fantastico sparkling juices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the laughs made,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm at the top of the hill,&lt;br /&gt;I feel tall though I'm a bit petite,&lt;br /&gt;I feel fat though I'm skinnier now,&lt;br /&gt;I feel awesome though I am a little bit reckless sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are close, I feel the chemistry,&lt;br /&gt;I feel the purity,&lt;br /&gt;and I feel the feeling of untold.&lt;br /&gt;It is only you and me&lt;br /&gt;who could feel what it feels :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924282938557545969-2315842764031986420?l=caeni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/feeds/2315842764031986420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924282938557545969&amp;postID=2315842764031986420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/2315842764031986420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/2315842764031986420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/2010/08/feel.html' title='Feel'/><author><name>turtlegal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359474586643417169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-201.friendster.com/e1/photos/10/26/3926201/25841042342108m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924282938557545969.post-2155340811149160269</id><published>2010-08-26T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T12:09:01.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ignorance is a bliss. is it?</title><content type='html'>hurm. when i start reaching the age of 22, i've started to realize that everything can be a bliss. 100% attention, over caring, less sensitive, ignorance, they lead to a blissful life. for certain people, they feel the meaning of life by being sensitive towards others but some may say that IGNORANCE is a bliss. Less care leads to major excitement. (oh yeah? sometimes, i guess ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, we as normal human beings, couldn't demand things beyond our will. sometimes, things should be left unsaid and that is when ignorance becomes a very useful tool in order to enjoy a good life. when people treat us that way, that is when we should pull the cart back to them. it is not revenge, but it can be called as a 'life lesson' because humans are usually forgetful. hence, they should be reminded more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, not all people are fair. sometimes, they think what they've done is right but when it comes to our part, they will say it's wrong, unethical, stupid, selfish n blah blah blah~ and once again, ignorance is a bliss. we can never please people all the time. prior of all, if other people do not know how to treat us, then why should we struggle learning on how to treat them in a correct manner. life's like a wheel. so, everyone will experience ups and downs. if they can make us feel like a pinky finger being slashed by a razor blade, so why cant we transfer a lil bit of it to them? we are just synchronizing the feeling.... hohoho &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what ever it is, try not to upset others by being such an ignorant jerk. you will never know whats waiting for you there. because, once uve made others hurt, u'll be 'blessed' with 100 times pain and suffers. so, think for your own good peeps because a normal homosapien cannot act like an angel all the time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924282938557545969-2155340811149160269?l=caeni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/feeds/2155340811149160269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924282938557545969&amp;postID=2155340811149160269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/2155340811149160269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/2155340811149160269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/2010/08/ignorance-is-bliss-is-it.html' title='ignorance is a bliss. is it?'/><author><name>turtlegal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359474586643417169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-201.friendster.com/e1/photos/10/26/3926201/25841042342108m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924282938557545969.post-4454548750866127547</id><published>2010-08-19T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T09:04:24.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i just stay</title><content type='html'>i moved slowly&lt;br /&gt;there were two lanes&lt;br /&gt;i took the left one&lt;br /&gt;i knew&lt;br /&gt;the left was not as good as the right&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;i realized it when i was half way through it&lt;br /&gt;there were loop holes&lt;br /&gt;the surface was not smooth&lt;br /&gt;i got bumping here and there&lt;br /&gt;but still,&lt;br /&gt;i stay, at the left lane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924282938557545969-4454548750866127547?l=caeni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/feeds/4454548750866127547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924282938557545969&amp;postID=4454548750866127547' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/4454548750866127547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/4454548750866127547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-just-stay.html' title='i just stay'/><author><name>turtlegal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359474586643417169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-201.friendster.com/e1/photos/10/26/3926201/25841042342108m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924282938557545969.post-2691225938692397442</id><published>2010-01-18T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T04:15:01.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when.</title><content type='html'>when the heart beats fast&lt;br /&gt;it tells&lt;br /&gt;something happens&lt;br /&gt;when the face frowns all day long&lt;br /&gt;it tells&lt;br /&gt;something is not all right&lt;br /&gt;when sound of crickets is heard at night&lt;br /&gt;it tells&lt;br /&gt;the air is very quiet&lt;br /&gt;when lamp produces its sound too&lt;br /&gt;oh yes,&lt;br /&gt;it tells the room is super duper empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924282938557545969-2691225938692397442?l=caeni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/feeds/2691225938692397442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924282938557545969&amp;postID=2691225938692397442' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/2691225938692397442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/2691225938692397442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/2010/01/when.html' title='when.'/><author><name>turtlegal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359474586643417169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-201.friendster.com/e1/photos/10/26/3926201/25841042342108m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924282938557545969.post-8285802760869364397</id><published>2009-12-20T10:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T10:23:33.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfectly Imperfect !</title><content type='html'>the more i try,&lt;br /&gt;the more i cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more i avoid,&lt;br /&gt;the more i hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more i say,&lt;br /&gt;the more i stay away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more or the less&lt;br /&gt;is never the thing that i care less..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924282938557545969-8285802760869364397?l=caeni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/feeds/8285802760869364397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924282938557545969&amp;postID=8285802760869364397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/8285802760869364397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/8285802760869364397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/2009/12/perfectly-imperfect.html' title='Perfectly Imperfect !'/><author><name>turtlegal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359474586643417169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-201.friendster.com/e1/photos/10/26/3926201/25841042342108m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924282938557545969.post-4489639851777876435</id><published>2009-12-02T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:40:06.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my.</title><content type='html'>Have u ever experienced a situation whereby u really wanted to talk, but you lost your words?&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever experienced a situation in which u hardly acquired another party's response?&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever experienced a situation that made your heart beat fast because you could not say what u wanted to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, u will lose interest when the person you're talking to is losing interest towards your subject. Oh why? Why is this happening? Why should you be treated like this? Are you becoming such a boring, unwanted, annoying alien on Earth? What have u done wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to believe in eternity. Sadly, people around me have not proved me that eternity exists. Their actions, words and expressions really show that nothing lasts forever. Kindness will turn into evilness. Sweetness will slowly become bitterness. Happiness will shift to sadness and loneliness. In the end, it will be a life of nothingness. That is the fact of life that we should accept. That is the fact of life that we should let others know. That is the fact of life that hurts the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word 'forever' seems so far to me. I do not know why. Maybe you made me feel that way. Maybe you're the one that does not want me to believe in it. Or maybe you're afraid of 'forever'. Something bad has penetrated my mind and my soul. It corrupts the way I view life. It makes me see things differently. It makes me wonder of things that I should and should not do. But i really want to believe in 'forever' *Very long sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. I want you to believe that there is eternity, there is forever and there is long lasting. Three different words but carry the same meaning. One meaning that makes you change your perception. Fortunately, the perception that is going to get born will light your way. All you need is, have a strong belief in eternity. All you need is effort, to make what you believe to become believable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924282938557545969-4489639851777876435?l=caeni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/feeds/4489639851777876435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924282938557545969&amp;postID=4489639851777876435' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/4489639851777876435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/4489639851777876435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-my.html' title='Oh my.'/><author><name>turtlegal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359474586643417169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-201.friendster.com/e1/photos/10/26/3926201/25841042342108m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924282938557545969.post-1545212236800891919</id><published>2009-11-28T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T07:09:20.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why is it hard for me to have someone that really understands me?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it hard for me to make someone believe that I'm a truthful person?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it hard for me to have an eternal happiness?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it hard for me  to make myself a reliable person on Earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why why why?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because the way I treat people?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because the way I expect people to treat me?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because the way I think?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it because the way I express my attitude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all the Whys if you have the answer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924282938557545969-1545212236800891919?l=caeni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/feeds/1545212236800891919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924282938557545969&amp;postID=1545212236800891919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/1545212236800891919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/1545212236800891919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/2009/11/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>turtlegal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359474586643417169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-201.friendster.com/e1/photos/10/26/3926201/25841042342108m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924282938557545969.post-307730633647771328</id><published>2009-11-24T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T07:48:58.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping on the next step</title><content type='html'>It's been a while I haven't posted anything in my blog. I've been super duper busy lately and I did not have the chance to click on my blog. Poor me and surprisingly, Facebook has taken its place. OMG! I'm addicted to games in Facebook. Let me name them ; Restaurant City &amp;amp; Cafe World. Somehow or rather, I think that those games do give benefit to me. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) Though the games are time consuming but they teach me on how to be punctual and appreciate every minutes that I have. If you don't believe me, try them out! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're the true readers of my blog, previously I prefer to post poems because I don't think people would in favour of reading my daily life events. And I myself do not really like to tell every pieces of me to the universe. They have more other important things to do rather than reading my words. Well, I understand that. People have their own rights. Since now I'm so available and I think, I'm going to shift the way I deliver what I feel, so, feel free to read my updates! Winks ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I would like to highlight this phrase which I think it is very meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;"Kesakitan menampar dada, kesunyian merobek hati"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that in radio. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Specifically, on my way back to Kb, from Bangi. Since I've got nothing to do in car, I had to listen every words that DJ said ;p&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;) All I could say, the phrase is wonderful. The words suit the feelings of a loser ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh, not a loser, how should I put it more appropriate, erm, the one that is suffering from sadness. okay, that's better I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) A few minutes later, it made me wonder and curious about how others react to circumstances in life? For Muslims, of course praying hard to Allah. But is there any other alternative that they do to cure the sadness? And how they channel their feelings? Or they rarely put themselves in a situation of sadness? Or they don't even know that they are in sadness? Hoho~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I opened the window,&lt;br /&gt;I saw a green jungle,&lt;br /&gt;The wind blew my hair,&lt;br /&gt;The mist dropped on my cheek,&lt;br /&gt;The sound of chirping birds touches my ear.&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful feeling&lt;br /&gt;but it would be greater if I had someone to share the same moment with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s ; merepek mode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924282938557545969-307730633647771328?l=caeni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/feeds/307730633647771328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924282938557545969&amp;postID=307730633647771328' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/307730633647771328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/307730633647771328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/2009/11/stepping-on-next-step.html' title='Stepping on the next step'/><author><name>turtlegal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359474586643417169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-201.friendster.com/e1/photos/10/26/3926201/25841042342108m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924282938557545969.post-3852872530376919743</id><published>2009-09-14T22:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:09:11.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gift.org.sg/brochure/HR_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 365px;" src="http://www.gift.org.sg/brochure/HR_4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Syawal dah nk menjelang tiba. Di kesempatan nie, saya nk ucapkan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Selamat Menyambut Syawal&lt;br /&gt;_Maaf Zahir &amp;amp; Batin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924282938557545969-3852872530376919743?l=caeni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/feeds/3852872530376919743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924282938557545969&amp;postID=3852872530376919743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/3852872530376919743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/3852872530376919743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya.html' title='Raya~'/><author><name>turtlegal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359474586643417169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-201.friendster.com/e1/photos/10/26/3926201/25841042342108m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924282938557545969.post-6134578088988974277</id><published>2009-08-25T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T07:03:07.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes. No. Yes. No</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/5368405/2/istockphoto_5368405-honey-bee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 380px;" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/5368405/2/istockphoto_5368405-honey-bee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm trying to make myself busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;p/s : 10 days...&lt;br /&gt;It's more than enough to make the heart grows fonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924282938557545969-6134578088988974277?l=caeni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/feeds/6134578088988974277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924282938557545969&amp;postID=6134578088988974277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/6134578088988974277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/6134578088988974277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/2009/08/yes-no-yes-no.html' title='Yes. No. Yes. No'/><author><name>turtlegal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359474586643417169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-201.friendster.com/e1/photos/10/26/3926201/25841042342108m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924282938557545969.post-1056607483181005569</id><published>2009-07-30T05:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:05:16.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JwahJ--jjHw/SnG2IunnvII/AAAAAAAAACw/7M2orwBBU7Y/s1600-h/smiley.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JwahJ--jjHw/SnG2IunnvII/AAAAAAAAACw/7M2orwBBU7Y/s320/smiley.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364268892244393090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Smile &lt;/span&gt;for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;yesterday &lt;/span&gt;for you're still able to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Smile &lt;/span&gt;for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;today &lt;/span&gt;to know that you're still you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Smile &lt;/span&gt;for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;because the future serves blunders of opportunity and hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Smile &lt;/span&gt;and never fail to give the sweetest smile of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924282938557545969-1056607483181005569?l=caeni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/feeds/1056607483181005569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924282938557545969&amp;postID=1056607483181005569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/1056607483181005569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/1056607483181005569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/2009/07/smile.html' title='Smile!'/><author><name>turtlegal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359474586643417169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-201.friendster.com/e1/photos/10/26/3926201/25841042342108m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JwahJ--jjHw/SnG2IunnvII/AAAAAAAAACw/7M2orwBBU7Y/s72-c/smiley.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924282938557545969.post-6439953319820301794</id><published>2009-07-28T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T01:10:36.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Round Ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;JustforFUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. how old are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Forever 21 ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. are you single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;nope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. at what age do you think you'll get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Before I reach 30. insyaAllah :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. do you think you'll marrying the person you are with now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm not sure. Better leave it all to Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. if not, who do you want to marry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;dan humphrey!!! lol~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6. who will be your bridesmaid &amp;amp; bestman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;the name might come from one of my best buddies. kena cabut undi ni :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7. do you want a garden/beach or traditional wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;beach! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8. where do you plan to go on honeymoon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;any safe, beautiful, peaceful, serene island :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;9. how many guests do you think you'll invite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;xleh ramai, nnt ade yg kna duduk dlm laut. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;10. will that include your exes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;idts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;11. how many layers of cake do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;5 layers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;12. when do you want to get married, morning or evening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Evening wound be great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;13. name the song/tune you'd like to play at your wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Let the sound of the ocean fills the air :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;14. do you prefer fine dining or just normal spoon &amp;amp; fork? knife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;normal spoon n fork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;15. champagne or red wine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;barli + cincau = barcau? heh :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;16. honeymoon right after the wedding or days after the wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The second option. It's good to be with the family first ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;17. money or household items&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Money money money $$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;18. how many kids would you like to have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Beribu2 lemon. Wakaka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;19. will you record your honeymoon in DVD/CD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Definitely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;20. whose wedding plan would you like to know next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It would be Nadia Shams, Ruhi, Kak Amie, Capik, Jebon, Syahirah Lalala, Fitriah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924282938557545969-6439953319820301794?l=caeni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/feeds/6439953319820301794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924282938557545969&amp;postID=6439953319820301794' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/6439953319820301794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/6439953319820301794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/2009/07/tagged-by-round-ring.html' title='Tagged by Round Ring'/><author><name>turtlegal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359474586643417169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-201.friendster.com/e1/photos/10/26/3926201/25841042342108m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924282938557545969.post-6770307890662781837</id><published>2009-06-02T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:46:52.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Alright.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JwahJ--jjHw/SiVWmY21ljI/AAAAAAAAACo/rzCfCSag8U4/s1600-h/ca3ni849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JwahJ--jjHw/SiVWmY21ljI/AAAAAAAAACo/rzCfCSag8U4/s320/ca3ni849.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342771750452434482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Say it out loud if you are angry,&lt;br /&gt;Say it out loud if you are sad,&lt;br /&gt;Say it out loud if you are not satisfied,&lt;br /&gt;Say it out loud if you are in doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're angry, I'm scared,&lt;br /&gt;When you're sad, I'm worried,&lt;br /&gt;When you're not satisfied, I feel underestimated,&lt;br /&gt;When you're in doubt, I feel the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are hurt,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I know what's on your mind,&lt;br /&gt;but please stay still,&lt;br /&gt;and don't leave me hanging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924282938557545969-6770307890662781837?l=caeni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/feeds/6770307890662781837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924282938557545969.post-3259549591935258605</id><published>2009-05-19T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:45:36.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The commons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Telling the truth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is not easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is not like peeling a potatoe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is not like squeezing an orange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it is like removing your blackheads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honesty is the best policy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very cliche'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;very deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;very simple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet, it requires a whole lot courage to be an honest one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is only a feeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;certain people agree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;certain say love is everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no matter what love means to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;appreciate it when it's there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924282938557545969-3259549591935258605?l=caeni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/feeds/3259549591935258605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924282938557545969&amp;postID=3259549591935258605' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/3259549591935258605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/3259549591935258605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/2009/05/commons.html' title='The commons.'/><author><name>turtlegal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359474586643417169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-201.friendster.com/e1/photos/10/26/3926201/25841042342108m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924282938557545969.post-3000609945176049382</id><published>2009-04-29T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:07:34.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Initial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JwahJ--jjHw/Sfix-5b-vmI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZFZs19fgtyU/s1600-h/tmp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JwahJ--jjHw/Sfix-5b-vmI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZFZs19fgtyU/s320/tmp2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330205853121166946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JwahJ--jjHw/Sfix655JGlI/AAAAAAAAACY/ABYEHiFNREQ/s1600-h/ca3ni553-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JwahJ--jjHw/Sfix655JGlI/AAAAAAAAACY/ABYEHiFNREQ/s320/ca3ni553-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330205784524003922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh I remember,&lt;br /&gt;The first day I saw you,&lt;br /&gt;The first day we went out,&lt;br /&gt;The first day I smiled at you,&lt;br /&gt;The first day we laughed together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I remember,&lt;br /&gt;The first poem that you made for me,&lt;br /&gt;The first song that you sent to me,&lt;br /&gt;The first picture that you dedicated to me;&lt;br /&gt;and the first promise that you made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember what I remember?&lt;br /&gt;That we wanted to climb the ladder together.&lt;br /&gt;That we wanted to trust each other.&lt;br /&gt;That we wanted to make us feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I remember,&lt;br /&gt;The way you looked at me,&lt;br /&gt;The way you made me happy,&lt;br /&gt;The way you gazed into my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;The way you made me felt alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I remember,&lt;br /&gt;Those wonderful days,&lt;br /&gt;Those extravagant nights,&lt;br /&gt;Those marvelous activities;&lt;br /&gt;and the endless excitement that we both longed for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I remember,&lt;br /&gt;that I said thank you,&lt;br /&gt;and you replied "I will stay true for you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924282938557545969-3000609945176049382?l=caeni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/feeds/3000609945176049382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924282938557545969&amp;postID=3000609945176049382' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/3000609945176049382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/3000609945176049382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/2009/04/initial.html' title='The Initial'/><author><name>turtlegal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359474586643417169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-201.friendster.com/e1/photos/10/26/3926201/25841042342108m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JwahJ--jjHw/Sfix-5b-vmI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZFZs19fgtyU/s72-c/tmp2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924282938557545969.post-4833564826016910215</id><published>2008-11-15T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:37:26.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing of the knowing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JwahJ--jjHw/SR_LcOLZF8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/__V-PYg7kEc/s1600-h/Seri%282013%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JwahJ--jjHw/SR_LcOLZF8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/__V-PYg7kEc/s320/Seri%282013%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269153774749423554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not fussy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;I love to see things in order.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not aggressive &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;I can be unpredictable when provoked.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a fighter &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;I hate when people mess with me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not outspoken &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;I prefer to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not romantic &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;I crave for white roses.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a trouble-maker &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;I get mad when people are being selfish.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not popular &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;I'm glad to have friends around me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a poet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;I'm disclosing the hallmark of mine.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect,  not an extraordinary one;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;I'm grateful with the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924282938557545969-4833564826016910215?l=caeni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/feeds/4833564826016910215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924282938557545969&amp;postID=4833564826016910215' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/4833564826016910215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/4833564826016910215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/2008/11/knowing-of-knowing.html' title='Knowing of the knowing.'/><author><name>turtlegal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359474586643417169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-201.friendster.com/e1/photos/10/26/3926201/25841042342108m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JwahJ--jjHw/SR_LcOLZF8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/__V-PYg7kEc/s72-c/Seri%282013%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924282938557545969.post-7867118930110303794</id><published>2008-11-08T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:59:36.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red tints in her heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JwahJ--jjHw/SRVU51j9WOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/n6-eHPd7zG8/s1600-h/sungkur.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JwahJ--jjHw/SRVU51j9WOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/n6-eHPd7zG8/s320/sungkur.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266208691886840034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if I misbehave&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if I'm a bit sensitive&lt;br /&gt;But don't tell me that you never wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care about u&lt;br /&gt;You care about me&lt;br /&gt;We do things like all people do&lt;br /&gt;We jump like monkeys&lt;br /&gt;We love the berries&lt;br /&gt;and more&lt;br /&gt;We love those memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;But I can't be with you&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard we both have been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your winks, laughs and smiles&lt;br /&gt;I know that you want me too&lt;br /&gt;Cos you love me more than your tattoo&lt;br /&gt;and my heart will definitely belong to you&lt;br /&gt;and only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed&lt;br /&gt;When the wind shifts its way&lt;br /&gt;When the cloud turns to grey&lt;br /&gt;When the rain kisses the cap&lt;br /&gt;When the tears fall on the lap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924282938557545969-7867118930110303794?l=caeni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://photos-201.friendster.com/e1/photos/10/26/3926201/25841042342108m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JwahJ--jjHw/SRVU51j9WOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/n6-eHPd7zG8/s72-c/sungkur.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924282938557545969.post-6549431691488289377</id><published>2008-11-07T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T02:04:02.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure</title><content type='html'>Am not a winner&lt;br /&gt;Not yet a loser&lt;br /&gt;Still a finder&lt;br /&gt;In possessing a great treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say treasure&lt;br /&gt;It is something that I adore&lt;br /&gt;Something that people are looking for&lt;br /&gt;and something that makes you and me together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, no one's perfect&lt;br /&gt;Coz nobody gets what they expect&lt;br /&gt;And lots of things can make us regret&lt;br /&gt;As they lie beyond our prospect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey!&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back in anger&lt;br /&gt;And be a loser&lt;br /&gt;Coz all these things will make us stronger&lt;br /&gt;Or even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one fine day&lt;br /&gt;We gonna have the power&lt;br /&gt;To seize the day&lt;br /&gt;To wipe the pain&lt;br /&gt;And embrace the precious treasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924282938557545969-6549431691488289377?l=caeni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/feeds/6549431691488289377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924282938557545969&amp;postID=6549431691488289377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/6549431691488289377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/6549431691488289377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/2008/11/treasure.html' title='Treasure'/><author><name>turtlegal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359474586643417169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-201.friendster.com/e1/photos/10/26/3926201/25841042342108m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924282938557545969.post-1366465359429385686</id><published>2008-10-27T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:40:52.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tough Fullstop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogs.psychologytoday.com/files/u114/qmark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 310px;" src="http://blogs.psychologytoday.com/files/u114/qmark.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a day full of fury,&lt;br /&gt;It was a night full of darkness,&lt;br /&gt;It was the time with little hope;&lt;br /&gt;To start moving on, to end at the long road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! What's with that quote? It's vague! It's senseless. It's such a crap! But, readers, it's MINE!!! No one cares but I care! Ehemm..(Rejuvenated) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's getting harder when you start losing your very precious belonging. You know that you gonna lose it, but you act like nothing's going to happen. Everything's in your hands. You're wrong and I'm wrong too. So whats next? Just watch it's being swept by the wind? Kick by an old folk? Huh..Happy? Sad? Frustrated? There's no need to feel that way because a big girl doesn't cry. (Hailing a sword to the air)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers. I'm not the type who is good in making decision. I seldomly change my plan, change my idea but rarely change my attitude since I love myself. Hoho.. It would be harder for me to make a decision that involves many people. But, once I've pushed the 'start' button, I won't shut it off. I will just go with the flow. Unfortunately, certain people don't understand me. They think I'm selfish, I'm rude, I'm arrogant.. Am I? Is it hard for you to accept what I've decided?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking rubbish here but truly I'm feeling comfortable expressing things that I know, and you people, do not know. Heh, sorry. Let it stay vague and more vague. I feel satisfied. I feel happy but somehow I feel sorry to the people who feel sad or frustrated or even mad due to my decision. I crave for new air, new colours, new rhythm. But why these people won't give me the chance? Why am I still stucked under your rules? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never asked much before and I rarely demand things. Still, I think I need something else. I need rooms and spaces so that I can find a "filler" that can fit the place and be happy with me. Either it is long lasting or not, let the future tells. All I want now is your understanding towards the decision that I've made. I'm not evil but I've gone through your 'devilness' a lot. I guess it's more than enough and I should put it to a fullstop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sigh) I know it's imposibble for you to read my crappy thingy but at least, I've reduced my burden - telling things that you would never want to understand, repeating the same things that you would never want to hear.. Who are you heh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well readers, please don't regret reading my blurry essay ;p thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924282938557545969-1366465359429385686?l=caeni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/feeds/1366465359429385686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924282938557545969&amp;postID=1366465359429385686' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/1366465359429385686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/1366465359429385686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/2008/10/tough-fullstop.html' title='A Tough Fullstop'/><author><name>turtlegal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359474586643417169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-201.friendster.com/e1/photos/10/26/3926201/25841042342108m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924282938557545969.post-6753589972678864130</id><published>2008-03-07T03:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T03:33:55.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>New image, new post, new HOPE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924282938557545969-6753589972678864130?l=caeni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/feeds/6753589972678864130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924282938557545969&amp;postID=6753589972678864130' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/6753589972678864130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/6753589972678864130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/2008/03/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>turtlegal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359474586643417169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-201.friendster.com/e1/photos/10/26/3926201/25841042342108m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924282938557545969.post-6059207829790026391</id><published>2008-03-07T02:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:54:35.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Your Debts.</title><content type='html'>Mistakes happen. But, do people change due to the mistakes they have done? I'll let you answer :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do things because we want to get the "rewards" That's a normal mentality of a normal human being. However, it hurts when someone takes advantage on you. You are not dumb but you are being too nice to that someone and eventually you will realize that someone has cracked your egg. When the egg cracks, it disseminates a very bad smell and I bet no one will stand near to that egg. And now, to whom are you going to blame? That someone or yourself.? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, not all things happen beyond our expectation. We have the ability to predict what's next but sometimes we just don't care and we take things for granted. In this context,regret has no value.From the very beginning,we should know what's right and what's wrong. Nevertheless, no one is perfect as everyone makes mistake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human love challenges and I do! Sometimes, they are willing to risk their own self without considering the consequences that they will be facing. And here will rise another problem which you, yourself, wonder how the problem could occur. You regret but you keep on repeating the mistakes and your debts are getting increased. Are you able to pay all those debts? Or would you just ignore the debts? Remember, debts bring no good to your life. The more you have, the more suffer you will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don't only think what's good for you, but please be alert with your surroundings too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: am i talking crap? idk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924282938557545969-6059207829790026391?l=caeni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/feeds/6059207829790026391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924282938557545969&amp;postID=6059207829790026391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/6059207829790026391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924282938557545969/posts/default/6059207829790026391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caeni.blogspot.com/2008/03/remember-your-debts.html' title='Remember Your Debts.'/><author><name>turtlegal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359474586643417169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-201.friendster.com/e1/photos/10/26/3926201/25841042342108m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
