<?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-1702630251123249671</id><updated>2012-02-10T02:01:35.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natasha Lyonne.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-1880134995639679958</id><published>2012-02-10T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T02:01:35.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont lose the moon while counting the star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AsG3BNnm5UI/TzToryb5JxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Rjn1a0lQ7OI/s1600/natashasha2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AsG3BNnm5UI/TzToryb5JxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Rjn1a0lQ7OI/s400/natashasha2" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"please realise that i've been wanting to be with you since long."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How's life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Urg fuck life. Life has been a ruined. I hate my school real lot. I didn't enjoy myself there because I hate that school! Seriously, I hate this school real much eventhough there's alot of friends, seniors, teachers that I knew. I just don't like. I wanna be in Regent, I wanna be a Regenites real lot but fate came and I got Yusof Ishak-.- Fuck this shit. Fuck this life. Fuck everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd never wants to join Yusof Ishak and be a Yusoffians but hais. Ok lets stop talking about this. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another 13 more days to my sweet 13. everything 13 because 13 is my favourite number. Psst, I want a birthday present on my birthday pls anyone?:-( well, I knew no ones wants to give me a thing. But guess what? Germain buying me a contact lens urg fuckyea! She's gonna gave me as advance birthday present. Shall take care of lenses real properly and use it only when I'm really in need. When there's PE, CCA and stuff. Not to lepak and stuff. I guess not many remember my birthday:'( &amp;nbsp;What I want? When I come to school, people are giving me hug&amp;amp;kisses and sings a birthday song infront of everyone. Hais wouldn't that be great? But I knew it WON'T happened. hais real friends huh filzah? oh yahh da ada Dafinah-_- not trying to call her friend stealer but you're the one who just forget ME. hais i've no mood to post anymore:'(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;3 days 2 night not in Singapore, miss me baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-1880134995639679958?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/1880134995639679958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2012/02/dont-lose-moon-while-counting-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/1880134995639679958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/1880134995639679958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2012/02/dont-lose-moon-while-counting-star.html' title='dont lose the moon while counting the star'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AsG3BNnm5UI/TzToryb5JxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Rjn1a0lQ7OI/s72-c/natashasha2' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-4630538990020349204</id><published>2012-02-02T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T04:52:04.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our promises remember?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v9DOITlXjs0/TyqDBvyKgNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/m1L2dpXSba0/s1600/390773_1655726728275_1690311697_848750_1630640939_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v9DOITlXjs0/TyqDBvyKgNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/m1L2dpXSba0/s400/390773_1655726728275_1690311697_848750_1630640939_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"So what we get drunk? So what we smoke weed? We're just having fun. We don't care who we see. So what we go out? That's how we're suppose to be. Living young and wild and free."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Good night everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's been sucha long time eversince I updated my blog eversince internet went wrong. Nevermind, at least I'm here back updating my blog. School? It has been great especially after making new friends. Especially seniors. Recess with them, slack with them. But I'll never forget my beloved boy friend. Never had thought of coming to Yusof Ishak. Well, everything going well. Except for....... the HOMEWORK. &amp;nbsp;Cross country on 03 February 2012, and class are putting high hopes on me and some other friends. Should really try my best but obviously there's someone higher than me, but neh I don't care as long as I try my best it's so good. Ok shall sleep in few minutes since baby didn't call me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hi Muhammad Nur Syazwan Ismail:') You're know I'd put high hopes on you eventhough I used to say to myself not to put high hopes on guys. Well, actually I did. I really hoped you could really understand me Yes, I recess with my some other friends but not with you because I knew you wants some freedom and yeah I gave you some while you gave me mine. Chapter 27th:')"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-4630538990020349204?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/4630538990020349204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2012/02/our-promises-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/4630538990020349204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/4630538990020349204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2012/02/our-promises-remember.html' title='Our promises remember?'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v9DOITlXjs0/TyqDBvyKgNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/m1L2dpXSba0/s72-c/390773_1655726728275_1690311697_848750_1630640939_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-149425946868825330</id><published>2012-01-29T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T03:59:13.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi only you you you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w0NpgCah0Ck/TyUz0yLQHbI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6KNaDdvEZgo/s1600/snapshot(10).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w0NpgCah0Ck/TyUz0yLQHbI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6KNaDdvEZgo/s400/snapshot(10).jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hi only you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Whatsapp? Oh no, whatsup?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sucha long time eversince I update my blog right? So I guess I've no readers for the meanwhile and meantime well I mean every time. Ok so yesterday went to Scape with boy friend and his friends saw this one cute boy name Max:bb It's like a dog sound but neh, he's just so cute. Cute like my boy friend in Canada, Justin Bieber. Argh, fuck dreams:b Boy friend got fed up with me hehehehehe but whateva happens&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ONLY &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;MUHAMMAD NUR SYAZWAN&lt;/span&gt;:')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-149425946868825330?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/149425946868825330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2012/01/hi-only-you-you-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/149425946868825330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/149425946868825330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2012/01/hi-only-you-you-you.html' title='hi only you you you'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w0NpgCah0Ck/TyUz0yLQHbI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6KNaDdvEZgo/s72-c/snapshot(10).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-6272590196684102773</id><published>2012-01-23T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T07:22:12.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you me forevaaaaaaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LkOh_KcGM08/Tx14AblUepI/AAAAAAAAAJo/j1X4lDZ5kGQ/s1600/hehehehe" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LkOh_KcGM08/Tx14AblUepI/AAAAAAAAAJo/j1X4lDZ5kGQ/s400/hehehehe" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;"walk with my flaw and claw"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been such a long time since I blog or posted a thing on my blog. I miss posting about people, things and stuffs on my one and only blog where there's no one would read only me, I guess? Okay lets start. I shall start about my life, then school then friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#Life: Well, i'm back with muhammad nur syazwan. our twenty seven is still on. I find my life so plain and simple and boring where i'd not and never gonna get my old life. well fuck yeah people change and even me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#School: school been such a whore where homeworks came in, fought with teacher, had a lot of attention seekers friends tsk. well this is life ish i feel like killing my own classmate like hey dude, he doesn't likes you and try to avoid you so stop it ok. fugging irritating but i have a lot of cool senior:&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#Friends: been fighting with alot of them lately i'm sick and tired and for once i've ask them for forgiveness ish nevermind once in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok. hi. i. miss. school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i had a new guy and gal best friend in school;-) they're obviously friendly and close to me. i'm going to school on wednesday with Wafi. mwehehehehehe:3 &amp;nbsp;ok i'm stuck with ombak rindu song it is so cute hehehehehehehe. okay lahhhh, i wants to chat with my friend shall update and do a NEW BLOGSKIN real soon xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-6272590196684102773?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/6272590196684102773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-me-forevaaaaaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/6272590196684102773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/6272590196684102773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-me-forevaaaaaaaa.html' title='you me forevaaaaaaaa'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LkOh_KcGM08/Tx14AblUepI/AAAAAAAAAJo/j1X4lDZ5kGQ/s72-c/hehehehe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-1825360389325590716</id><published>2012-01-18T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T02:05:23.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you had a lot of moment that didn't last foreva.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CbquzoS5iQw/TxaUdSWHOKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/K0OMmib_OOE/s1600/snapshot%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CbquzoS5iQw/TxaUdSWHOKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/K0OMmib_OOE/s400/snapshot%25283%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 50th post to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good afternoon fuck.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back from Mc Donald at Teck Whye. Tsk those typical minah rep of Teck Whye sec. A year diferent from me. I give no fuck to you girls k. Today? School? Fuck school it's damn boring ok. English lesson brings my mood down ish.Even my form teacher. Okay whatever. Well.... went school alone yesterday then meet my friend at school yay me! i'm not late wait a little late for a few minutes before 07:30AM. Okay tmr school? Nahhh, i'll see how it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hi everyone. I rindu ada gal best friend yang close dengan I. Bukan nak cakap apa ah, but..... I just miss every moments that we always cherish with one another. the one that wipe each other tears away. it's all gone. memories doesn't last and so do best friend. ok tata"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-1825360389325590716?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/1825360389325590716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-had-lot-of-moment-that-didnt-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/1825360389325590716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/1825360389325590716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-had-lot-of-moment-that-didnt-last.html' title='you had a lot of moment that didn&apos;t last foreva.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CbquzoS5iQw/TxaUdSWHOKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/K0OMmib_OOE/s72-c/snapshot%25283%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-7787797662005898018</id><published>2012-01-13T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T03:21:56.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like of made of paper:')</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPvNGD_khjo/TxAQTlxH6ZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1HF1WelTtt8/s1600/tumblr_lq13tzM01B1qaobbko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPvNGD_khjo/TxAQTlxH6ZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1HF1WelTtt8/s400/tumblr_lq13tzM01B1qaobbko1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"hais make me your radio, turn me up when you feel low:')"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's life if you had a best friend that never really stays in your life and understands you like how they always wants you to understand them? I love my aiai bestfriend alot. Real lot._. By his cute astro faces can already make me laugh so hard without him trying so hard. Retarded faces.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life's boring. No, not that bored. But hais I don't know how to explain them. And if I could take a video, I'd take it and put on my blog so that I didn't have to type with my fingers. Hais ok I'm being lame. TGIF and tomorrow's Saturday hais I need to go to school back again. Fucking hate it manz. Go back and forth. Straight after school tomorrow I'll head to home:&amp;gt; Promise myself this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-7787797662005898018?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/7787797662005898018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2012/01/like-of-made-of-paper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/7787797662005898018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/7787797662005898018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2012/01/like-of-made-of-paper.html' title='Like of made of paper:&apos;)'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPvNGD_khjo/TxAQTlxH6ZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1HF1WelTtt8/s72-c/tumblr_lq13tzM01B1qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-6451932327479229084</id><published>2012-01-12T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T06:55:08.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you go, memories came</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hbl2P8A64kI/Tw7xRUmeabI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fbXZUq9qASM/s1600/tumblr_lqnzqmAJtM1qf2ty6o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hbl2P8A64kI/Tw7xRUmeabI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fbXZUq9qASM/s400/tumblr_lqnzqmAJtM1qf2ty6o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;"Hi yes it's you and please wake up and watch me love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So how's life on 12/01/2012?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;School sucks. Teachers sucks. Friends rock. Family forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No offence but school ain't the main thing&amp;nbsp;except for the teacher and especially my maths teacher!! Well, obviously he's good to me and ain't good to my other friends. Tsk. Anyway, just came back from takraw. Hais I lost hope. Suzy step my foot and yes, blood came out. Blood cloth AGAIN. Hais wait la Sharmin for more then one week. Okay it's gonna be boring. And tomorrow there's PE and the next day I have my CCA DAY! OH FUG IT:3 Ya thanks Suzy for this....... Muahahahaha! But it's okay. THIS IS LIFE YO.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Slack for today? It's was ok ok alright had fun with my best brother. Brrrrrrrr. But with sisters? Yes fugging had fun with my Po the Panda. mwehehehe. Well..... actually thanks to them for entertaining me today oh well;-) At least I made everybody smile and laughed so hard today! yes to me:&amp;gt; okay shall sleep now since it's school tomorrow. goodnight xx!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-6451932327479229084?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/6451932327479229084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-go-memories-came.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/6451932327479229084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/6451932327479229084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-go-memories-came.html' title='you go, memories came'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hbl2P8A64kI/Tw7xRUmeabI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fbXZUq9qASM/s72-c/tumblr_lqnzqmAJtM1qf2ty6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-6289746745161303260</id><published>2012-01-10T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T18:43:56.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nevermind i'll find someone like you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZnzBkH3XIg/Twz1xZPQfMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/sTzORjRBUBo/s1600/tumblr_lxly2wI6b01qarvg9o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="129" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZnzBkH3XIg/Twz1xZPQfMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/sTzORjRBUBo/s640/tumblr_lxly2wI6b01qarvg9o1_500.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hais, why bother wasting your time being with a girl like me? I don't give my fullest attention to you. You shouldn't care about me. You're always right and I'm always wrong. It's always about my ego that always make us fight everyday without fail. Please move on and find a girl which are fucking way better like wahyu rather than being with a girl that is a spoilt brat that always spoilt your day, afternoon and night. You deserve someone like wahyu. I might contacted with many guys but I'd love to stick with this one guy which no one knows. Even my guy bestfriend and my girl bestfriend. I'm not leaving you speechlessly:') I didn't meant and didn't know that this could happen, suddenly. It's not even our one month and we're ain't even last for a month. Hais I suck at everything. Please forgive me:')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10:40AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi:') I didn't went to school basically because I'm sick and had my two days MC. Really hope that dad would sent me to school tomorrow. I'm lazy to take the transport. Very lazy and I don't like waiting. I'm fugging impatient. Yes thats me. I get mad when things when cock up. Well.... Who doesn't, right? &lt;i&gt;"Expect the unexpected." &lt;/i&gt;This phrase meant alot to me eventhough things always went crazy:') Hahahais, thanks for the few days being with me, Muhd Syazwan:') I'll return your earpiece tmr okay xx. 10:43AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-6289746745161303260?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/6289746745161303260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2012/01/nevermind-ill-find-someone-like-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/6289746745161303260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/6289746745161303260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2012/01/nevermind-ill-find-someone-like-you.html' title='nevermind i&apos;ll find someone like you'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZnzBkH3XIg/Twz1xZPQfMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/sTzORjRBUBo/s72-c/tumblr_lxly2wI6b01qarvg9o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-8883761457296742799</id><published>2012-01-10T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T18:05:23.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>much misses xoxo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2fYf6JgKlT8/Twxl1k8r9mI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gpV0jtFobaM/s1600/tumblr_lwx8m5VAol1qckcjqo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2fYf6JgKlT8/Twxl1k8r9mI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gpV0jtFobaM/s400/tumblr_lwx8m5VAol1qckcjqo1_400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know this word called "hope"? there's no hope in us. not even a 1% I can't feel our love is that strong. i suck at relationship. yes i'm more to my friend to boyfriend. i spend my day with my girlfriend every time. and that was always the cause of what happen between us. I just can't last in relationship like how my friends can. i'm not ready like how they all are. i'm not ready for the heart breaking part or anything. yes i'll miss every 27th of ours. But hais, you might get amaze for me to be with someone else one fine day. maybe because i change? well.... season change and so do i. i hate at falling in love. im stuck with this one guy and thats the reason why i don't want to be in a relationship.......&amp;nbsp; please understand me and be in my position. rather than being in a relationship with someone who doesn't give the fullest attention.. hais, rabak kan sharmin ni?:') please find&amp;nbsp; a prefect gal like wahyu that can last eventhough she contacted more than 3 guys:') &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of loves, Sharmin Natasha: Chapter 27th&lt;3 :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-8883761457296742799?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/8883761457296742799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2012/01/much-misses-xoxo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/8883761457296742799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/8883761457296742799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2012/01/much-misses-xoxo.html' title='much misses xoxo'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2fYf6JgKlT8/Twxl1k8r9mI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gpV0jtFobaM/s72-c/tumblr_lwx8m5VAol1qckcjqo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-4906872938958438395</id><published>2012-01-10T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T06:35:42.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain please come.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DXvzi7lSPpg/TwxEtSHUAXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/765y0XWbbK0/s1600/frer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DXvzi7lSPpg/TwxEtSHUAXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/765y0XWbbK0/s400/frer.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hi Sharmin. Please be good so that mum won't cut your hair. Love, your hair."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good night everyone: 1030PM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow I'm still on holiday and then Thursday back to school. Much misses with school;-) Even with the teachers, the boring teachers when I played handphone in call. Mwahahaha. Teachers really make my day go down and boring. Boring dehhhhhhhhh! Would you be my chammak challo oh oh! nyahahahha! bored and random. 10:34PM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"the one and only hurtful moment is when looking at someone you love loving someone else....."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-4906872938958438395?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/4906872938958438395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2012/01/rain-please-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/4906872938958438395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/4906872938958438395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2012/01/rain-please-come.html' title='Rain please come.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DXvzi7lSPpg/TwxEtSHUAXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/765y0XWbbK0/s72-c/frer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-691272383584888542</id><published>2012-01-09T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T21:31:38.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try once had enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H-uMEdrdTNQ/TwvLBkWB51I/AAAAAAAAAIg/c3yvDkXcljE/s1600/385871_303929962972312_100000659313046_973490_1071037892_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H-uMEdrdTNQ/TwvLBkWB51I/AAAAAAAAAIg/c3yvDkXcljE/s400/385871_303929962972312_100000659313046_973490_1071037892_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hi sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't meant not to call you but you yourself got to think by what time you has to go home. You're big enough and it's time for you to face some of the problems all by yourself. You can't always depend on me. Putting your friends before family, you are so wrong. You think more about friend to family. You ain't even scared of dad and mum till you walk over your curfew timing. If one day mum and dad are angry and can't control you, you might just get probation. Trust me and mark my words. &lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;"Kata-kata ada satu doa lagi-lagi daripada mulut ibu sendiri."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hais, you're different this day. Attitude change, can I get the old you and not the new you? Tsk. I've got no more words for you. Please learn your lesson after this.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo, your sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-691272383584888542?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/691272383584888542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2012/01/try-once-had-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/691272383584888542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/691272383584888542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2012/01/try-once-had-enough.html' title='Try once had enough?'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H-uMEdrdTNQ/TwvLBkWB51I/AAAAAAAAAIg/c3yvDkXcljE/s72-c/385871_303929962972312_100000659313046_973490_1071037892_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-689920006468850319</id><published>2012-01-07T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T08:18:56.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want only you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ck3_H_139zA/TwhqAf9_dmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bKU0tv5Za6w/s1600/374262_1726504497675_1690311697_873343_1329399909_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ck3_H_139zA/TwhqAf9_dmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bKU0tv5Za6w/s400/374262_1726504497675_1690311697_873343_1329399909_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I hate you and thats the most that I'll stalk you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi nigga's.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my blog, it's only me that I could read. Well..... maybe probably i hate and doesn't wants people to stalk me. will open it soon. Okay.... today? home--&amp;gt;chingay--&amp;gt;jelapang--&amp;gt;home. not much plan, was a boring day though. suppose i should spent my days sleeping before school starts. argh i don't know what to say. i'm efting bored with life. jealousy kills argh fug goodnite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-689920006468850319?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/689920006468850319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-want-only-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/689920006468850319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/689920006468850319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-want-only-you.html' title='i want only you.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ck3_H_139zA/TwhqAf9_dmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bKU0tv5Za6w/s72-c/374262_1726504497675_1690311697_873343_1329399909_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-6036177607842951115</id><published>2011-12-23T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T10:28:07.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starts with a kiss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G0wU0YqUZfg/TvSWlFpyLRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fXFS3ojvwk8/s1600/155035_180355245309864_100000061700295_664736_7484566_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G0wU0YqUZfg/TvSWlFpyLRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fXFS3ojvwk8/s400/155035_180355245309864_100000061700295_664736_7484566_n.jpg" width="355" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"That cute faces where one of your friends love to do."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As per normal. But just now was a different day. Celebrate dad's birthday at uncle's house. I miss 136 Petir Road. Level 4. The noisiest home in Petir ever (': I miss sleeping at my own house. Well, you see. I've been making troubles for my sister biol. I didn't want to trouble her. Should really find somewhere...... well, actually I'm can go home but the thing was what if someone come to my house and search for someone. What should I answer? Okay thats pathetic. Urgh, need to go to Miira's house to take my things. Well hello!! KAU PINJAM BARANG AKU, AKU YANG KENE AMEK DARI RUMAH KAU. PO RING GEAK BETUL! Whatever. Well, isn't it some facts? you knew how to lend their things and in the end, you're the one that need to come and meet the person somewhere and gives them back. Tsk. Irritating much. Okay, later having kude's training and my big toe is injured!! Well, I can't tarian. I'll confirm miss that part of getting scolded by my guru and everything. Currently at sister biol's crib. She's laying on the floor while I'm playing this computer. Okay shall sleep soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"So you know how tired waiting for you? You know whats the feel and everything? I'm done waiting, I'm done trying to give you my attention, I'm done with everything that happens to you and me. We're officially done. I'm officially done waiting for you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-6036177607842951115?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/6036177607842951115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/starts-with-kiss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/6036177607842951115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/6036177607842951115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/starts-with-kiss.html' title='Starts with a kiss.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G0wU0YqUZfg/TvSWlFpyLRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fXFS3ojvwk8/s72-c/155035_180355245309864_100000061700295_664736_7484566_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-7244720388648657519</id><published>2011-12-20T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T22:26:06.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rindu ah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mHmdcv0LVaI/TvF5YhlEtFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/nSczwQ-EksY/s1600/391512_155534151212407_100002674684749_225957_793199593_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mHmdcv0LVaI/TvF5YhlEtFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/nSczwQ-EksY/s400/391512_155534151212407_100002674684749_225957_793199593_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello Mum&amp;amp;Dad. (':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you guys are doing fine out there. Feeling good and hope that nothing are going to happen. Nothing bad happening. Just hoping you guys are fine out there. Can't really get to meet you for a few days. We're apart for a moment right now. Please be good Ya Allah (':&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RINDU RINDU RINDU DENGAN MEREKA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8ahSS1wHfo/TvF7r82aTLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Kdx5rzf7Ejo/s1600/304077_155534214545734_100002674684749_225959_686255399_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8ahSS1wHfo/TvF7r82aTLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Kdx5rzf7Ejo/s400/304077_155534214545734_100002674684749_225959_686255399_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello mummylove (':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you're doing fine. Take care of yourself. I love you favourite mum (';&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;"BENCI-BENCI PUN TETAP SAYANG OK."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-7244720388648657519?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/7244720388648657519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/rindu-ah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/7244720388648657519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/7244720388648657519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/rindu-ah.html' title='Rindu ah.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mHmdcv0LVaI/TvF5YhlEtFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/nSczwQ-EksY/s72-c/391512_155534151212407_100002674684749_225957_793199593_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-4134400009832709071</id><published>2011-12-20T11:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T20:41:48.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone like you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-TPVtktm4euU/TvDllvwlr0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/8k0y8u5UG9c/s640/blogger-image-1850733188.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-TPVtktm4euU/TvDllvwlr0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/8k0y8u5UG9c/s640/blogger-image-1850733188.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Hi everyone. Yes, I'm doing another post for the day. I'm bored and I've nothing up too. Suzy's playing computer, Lynn's playing iTouch and I'm here playing iTouch too. Well, each are busy of their stuffs. While I'm here like........ Hi I feel like sleeping. But it's okay, will sleep together when they sleep. Insyallah. I'm not even excited about anything or something or which school I'm going to get in to. I just miss my mum and dad:/ Benci-benci pun tetap sayang tau. It's kinda awkward saying things like that but, blogging is the only way I could really expressed my feelings on. Unlike facebook, people might be calling us "attention seeker" or whatsoever. Twitter? Tweet jail has been waiting for so long. Okay I'm just kidding. Blog where I tells everything in me. Unlike some other girls, uses blog without knowing a thing of it. I'm tired and sleepy. Sleeping soon. I miss slacking with petir homies la!! Been busy with projects and stuff. Okay wait, Lynn's asleep. Should really meet mum asap!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ya Allah S.W.T, lindungilah ibuku dan juga ayahku dari segala akibat-akibat buruk ya allah. Terutama kali ayahku. Amin amin amin (';&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-4134400009832709071?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/4134400009832709071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/someone-like-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/4134400009832709071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/4134400009832709071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/someone-like-you.html' title='Someone like you.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-TPVtktm4euU/TvDllvwlr0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/8k0y8u5UG9c/s72-c/blogger-image-1850733188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-4778041581647688906</id><published>2011-12-20T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T09:38:24.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0PQTCWw-Snc/TvC18JlD3fI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xJ94s3OgqA8/s1600/252236_161148197284246_100001672014762_392180_5016409_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0PQTCWw-Snc/TvC18JlD3fI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xJ94s3OgqA8/s400/252236_161148197284246_100001672014762_392180_5016409_n.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Real guys ain't afraid of telling the world you're his regardless of your age."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm back from Bugis one whole day today with Suzirianti and Lynn. Today was a blast. Had funs with my aunty and them. Oke wait, the best part was........ we watched movie, went to eat long john discussed some things for our projects, then walk all around Arab Street and stuffs, got out starbucks. yay! Then walk all around Bugis Village. Bought alot of items. Oh my, how cool was things man. When someone treated you everything you wanted for free. god bless my kindness\m/ &amp;nbsp;Sleeping over Suzirianti'Sister Biol crib. Hehehehehe, today my house is so damn quiet when there's no one there, not even one. I've nothing much to blog about you see. Okay leggo, I'm putting cute quotes below later!:3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FACT #00945:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;guy and girl best friend are so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #424040; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;They’re so close like brothers &amp;amp; sisters but they don’t think of each other anything more than friends. Venting to each other about their relationships, school, friends, family, etc. And they get different point of views because they’re both different genders so the guy can go to the girl for advice on girls &amp;amp; the girl can go to the guy for&amp;nbsp;advice&amp;nbsp;on guys. I like seeing those type of close guy &amp;amp; girl friendships.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-4778041581647688906?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/4778041581647688906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/real-guys-aint-afraid-of-telling-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/4778041581647688906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/4778041581647688906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/real-guys-aint-afraid-of-telling-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0PQTCWw-Snc/TvC18JlD3fI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xJ94s3OgqA8/s72-c/252236_161148197284246_100001672014762_392180_5016409_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-8372837196447643993</id><published>2011-12-16T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T19:33:48.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best friend owns your world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6PnzeYZZQqE/TuwMHfVHZzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/1Ahjh5xASH8/s1600/tumblr_lslxhiG5Rn1qdkrrao1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6PnzeYZZQqE/TuwMHfVHZzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/1Ahjh5xASH8/s400/tumblr_lslxhiG5Rn1qdkrrao1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"having best friend that understands you more than other."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm at home with my best friend head on my lap. He reminds me everything of the word "love".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But whatever it is, really had a fun time with him yesterday. Writing on his wall and everything. Hahahaha, best friend moment when only both of you understand and not others. It's one of the fun ways of having fun with them. Have a best friend and you'll understand what I mean.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"We're not chatting together much right now. Well, I miss chatting with you. But wondering if you still misses our chats and conversations. Lets chat soon and have a fun day together one day."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-8372837196447643993?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/8372837196447643993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/best-friend-owns-your-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/8372837196447643993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/8372837196447643993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/best-friend-owns-your-world.html' title='Best friend owns your world.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6PnzeYZZQqE/TuwMHfVHZzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/1Ahjh5xASH8/s72-c/tumblr_lslxhiG5Rn1qdkrrao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-6723647419405895364</id><published>2011-12-16T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T07:37:15.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stay and never go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1GX-cnLOAk/Tuthbpj7EMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_e5IkQ450co/s1600/378620_303930952972213_100000659313046_973501_1785106239_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1GX-cnLOAk/Tuthbpj7EMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_e5IkQ450co/s400/378620_303930952972213_100000659313046_973501_1785106239_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I know you're not okay when you says you are."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi bestfriend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're&lt;u&gt; stupid.&lt;/u&gt; You &lt;u&gt;fail&lt;/u&gt;. You're &lt;u&gt;weird&lt;/u&gt;. You're not &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;perfect&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. But that's okay. I'm like that too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We laugh at the randomest thing. You know my ugliest side. Eventhough we disagree sometimes, we fight, we're back together as one and like how we used to be together. When I'm sad, you're always there to make sure things are okay. You're the type of best friend that thinks I'm a good egg eventhough you know I'm a little bit crack. Thanks for being there for wiping my tears. Thanks for everything we've been through together. We're not drifting apart, but we're just having time on our own. Spending time with other people. Who doesn't need their spaces, right? She's the one in my life that says, "&lt;i&gt;you're amazing&lt;/i&gt;." and i ask why, "&lt;i&gt;And that's the reason why you're amazing. You know the real truth instead of believing what I said abt me being okay;)&lt;/i&gt;" Best friend that stay. I hate the word "forever." Cause it don't fugging last.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"please last till infinity."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-6723647419405895364?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/6723647419405895364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/stay-and-never-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/6723647419405895364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/6723647419405895364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/stay-and-never-go.html' title='stay and never go.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1GX-cnLOAk/Tuthbpj7EMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_e5IkQ450co/s72-c/378620_303930952972213_100000659313046_973501_1785106239_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-7626902806298974888</id><published>2011-12-16T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T06:31:23.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You me forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n1PJrUVEO80/TutHIO5erAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/d31Tt8z91Hk/s1600/tumblr_lw7wl2rCco1qbd5mxo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n1PJrUVEO80/TutHIO5erAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/d31Tt8z91Hk/s400/tumblr_lw7wl2rCco1qbd5mxo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"fear no bitch."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"A day with your new friend that you had to act like a cousins, your old friend that you have not meet a few days back and your blood sister that had not been spending some time on each other. And today was the day with them. Treat sister, she ate real lot today. Well, at least she's happy."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm back from Doughby Ghout Green with Aicaa and Lynn. It's kinda awkward there. When there's no friend except for Lynn and Aicaa which I'm not too close with them after a day tear apart. When I'm too used with Suzirianti. The whole day, I kept quiet. No one to talk too and everything, but just having my handphone by my side. Nothing much. At least I got the time to spend time with them. Follow sugar to buy water, walk all around the places and when it's time, went back to the location. It's bored when there's no friends there. So walk around Plaza Singapura, whats happening to Aicaa and Lynn? Out of a sudden, they went to Body Shop just to wear make up -_- Till it rained. Zzz. Then found ways over there to get to the under ground thinggy. It's not so interesting today. I miss my bestfriend, my every 09th girlfriend and Petir Homies :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-7626902806298974888?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/7626902806298974888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/7626902806298974888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/7626902806298974888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_16.html' title='You me forever.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n1PJrUVEO80/TutHIO5erAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/d31Tt8z91Hk/s72-c/tumblr_lw7wl2rCco1qbd5mxo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-8007092418913266360</id><published>2011-12-13T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T22:16:01.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chingay? Waduuh~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GhSWmdsbxgc/Tug948U27lI/AAAAAAAAAG8/C1IUsjKIdio/s1600/264290_10150223423574383_795409382_7158071_1600297_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GhSWmdsbxgc/Tug948U27lI/AAAAAAAAAG8/C1IUsjKIdio/s400/264290_10150223423574383_795409382_7158071_1600297_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When is my turn being like this two?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fugg yes! I've finally change background. It has been so long eversince I updated my background by myself. I mean, not the normal type. Like this type of background right now:3&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you can't make me happy, being yours already make me happy. Miracles. Really hoping that you'd see me here loving you secretly without you knowing anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chingay training later. Wadduhhhhhh! Malasnye aku -_- Whatever, just go with the flow. Meeting SuzyAstro later! &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-8007092418913266360?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/8007092418913266360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/chingay-waduuh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/8007092418913266360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/8007092418913266360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/chingay-waduuh.html' title='Chingay? Waduuh~'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GhSWmdsbxgc/Tug948U27lI/AAAAAAAAAG8/C1IUsjKIdio/s72-c/264290_10150223423574383_795409382_7158071_1600297_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-8372544077024110757</id><published>2011-12-13T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T20:03:27.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss me through the phone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ECM_88MpUPA/TugaKHd9kLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8uyPfdJY-Io/s1600/tumblr_lv8cx414lW1qh4hq2o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ECM_88MpUPA/TugaKHd9kLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8uyPfdJY-Io/s400/tumblr_lv8cx414lW1qh4hq2o1_500.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A hug that last. no. Not the normal type of hug. The hug to everything."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Imansha in me? Nahhhh, it's just my past lover. A girl thats easily to fall in love me, yes, thats me. But no one once understand whats in me expect for ONE, Suzyrianti. The only one that understand me through all my problem but not others. Can any guy make me happy with my life, for once? A hug to everything is what I needed most. Can I grow a little taller? I seems so short, shorter than some of my juniors. Right now, the feelings in me sucks. I didn't know what I'm feeling and whats my thinking. Hoping that you'll realise that I love chatting with you. And our first impression was always cute you see. (': Can you be mine and we should try being together one day? &lt;u&gt;BANTO'S.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-8372544077024110757?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/8372544077024110757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/kiss-me-through-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/8372544077024110757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/8372544077024110757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/kiss-me-through-phone.html' title='Kiss me through the phone.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ECM_88MpUPA/TugaKHd9kLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8uyPfdJY-Io/s72-c/tumblr_lv8cx414lW1qh4hq2o1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-1268737651215414083</id><published>2011-12-13T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T08:09:29.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siblings doesn't tear apart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ALEz-Er-TBY/Tud1REfTicI/AAAAAAAAAGc/V5mWir4-zIE/s1600/385076_303472676351374_100000659313046_972777_59158324_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ALEz-Er-TBY/Tud1REfTicI/AAAAAAAAAGc/V5mWir4-zIE/s400/385076_303472676351374_100000659313046_972777_59158324_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If I had this type of brother, I'll treasure him real hard."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's the meaning of siblings? The real meaning of siblings is being there for each other when you're in pain or happy. There's fight, argue but you both are gonna be back together. A sibling is one of the people that you should really treasure. They're the one that understand you. When you have fights, they're the one that gonna be behind your back even if you're in the right or wrong. Treasure them real hard before they're gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is one of the day that I really love. Yay, yes. One of the reasons was when I get to meet Ajib. I get to talk with him and everything. Aww, melt. Everything that happens today is a last minute plan. Plan to go to town to meet friends there then we was just about to went out to board a bus. Fir called us and said that we do not need to come. Stress sekejap aku. Then went to West Mall just to have our KFC. Claps for us please. Took pictures, meet Petir Homies. Slack with them. It's been long eversince I meet Ajib:&amp;gt; He's about to sing a song for me but then there's no guitar. dashdotdash. Currently on the phone with Suzirianti and chatting with Raihan. Okay goodnite luvs! *wink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-1268737651215414083?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/1268737651215414083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/siblings-doesnt-tear-apart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/1268737651215414083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/1268737651215414083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/siblings-doesnt-tear-apart.html' title='Siblings doesn&apos;t tear apart.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ALEz-Er-TBY/Tud1REfTicI/AAAAAAAAAGc/V5mWir4-zIE/s72-c/385076_303472676351374_100000659313046_972777_59158324_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-1671807860870679676</id><published>2011-12-12T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T08:35:48.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A great day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iGXt44O8K7g/TuYi6pfohZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nCR1PHd7DKk/s1600/tumblr_lvx24cf16o1qkhp2ko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iGXt44O8K7g/TuYi6pfohZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nCR1PHd7DKk/s400/tumblr_lvx24cf16o1qkhp2ko1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Loving you more than the others could. I failed. Give me a chance? (': "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Sometimes, attention from everyone is what we really need. Yes I mean, attention like having someone to talk to you when you feel down. Not being too much. Is all what all of us wanted. No one wants to be ignore. Everyone wants happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm back from town karaoke with luvs just now. Khai's not gonna be with us anymore. I'm gonna miss him. And YES! The boring part was, I got no one to bully or something. It's okay. I can always bully the others. Kidding. Today was great and really awesome. Sad to those who didn't go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GOODNITE:3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-1671807860870679676?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/1671807860870679676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/great-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/1671807860870679676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/1671807860870679676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/great-day.html' title='A great day.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iGXt44O8K7g/TuYi6pfohZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nCR1PHd7DKk/s72-c/tumblr_lvx24cf16o1qkhp2ko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-5205186655852443000</id><published>2011-12-08T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T20:54:56.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty meown.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p7nmMP8gGoc/TuGSJOiBJlI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Xr-SiX3uNMI/s1600/tumblr_lpk5veTXEk1qi3d83o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p7nmMP8gGoc/TuGSJOiBJlI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Xr-SiX3uNMI/s400/tumblr_lpk5veTXEk1qi3d83o1_500.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you me together; meown:3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Being the only girl that some guys wish for. Being single doesn't means you're not pretty. God saves you for the right man for your right time. Have a sense of humour. Yes, jealousy kills."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going to follow sister biol to buy her food. She's hungry. I'm here and I'd be there for her when she's there for me. I'm bored :3 I'm going to bathe soon. Had a great chat with someone and somebody. Shall update longer soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;People went around boastin and saying they're attach, while I'm here like, "i love food."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-5205186655852443000?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/5205186655852443000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/kitty-meown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/5205186655852443000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/5205186655852443000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/kitty-meown.html' title='Kitty meown.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p7nmMP8gGoc/TuGSJOiBJlI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Xr-SiX3uNMI/s72-c/tumblr_lpk5veTXEk1qi3d83o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-2300616039114772755</id><published>2011-12-08T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T08:43:01.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7ZEFnnluw8/TuDkMnkxy4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/V6UDGflt6CY/s1600/386044_237119299684796_203208589742534_716056_1679166687_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7ZEFnnluw8/TuDkMnkxy4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/V6UDGflt6CY/s320/386044_237119299684796_203208589742534_716056_1679166687_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tell a girl she's beautiful, it shall and will make her day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Actions speaks louder than words. But did you show what you're trying to say or explaining or even showing me your love towards me? What you're trying to do? And what are you trying to explain to me?&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;You expect me to find you most of the time? HOLY SHIT. I'm tired of all this nonsense."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A girl that gets you and be close to you should be really lucky. And what they're doing now is what I always wish and wanted for my life. She must be a lucky girl ever in the country. Jealousy kills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todays life? It's boring. I didn't get to spend most of my time with Petir Homies. So, went to Eunos to grandmother shop. Then stayed there till 7PM. Then in the trailor with daddy. It's awkward. Been long time since only both of us went out together. Okay whatever. Then reached bukit panjang, went to west coast, do stuff. then woodlands, then back to teck whye. Many events today. Fuhhhhhhh! ~ Baby didn't msg me, he went to hospital or whatever, I DON'T KNOW. I'm tired and going to town with sister biol and lynn. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-2300616039114772755?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/2300616039114772755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/fuck-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/2300616039114772755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/2300616039114772755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/fuck-everything.html' title='Fuck everything.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7ZEFnnluw8/TuDkMnkxy4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/V6UDGflt6CY/s72-c/386044_237119299684796_203208589742534_716056_1679166687_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-5164990471943907439</id><published>2011-12-05T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T19:12:16.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saat kau jauh di sana (':</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-u3nBJe-jo/Tt2EJSO0MlI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_icHQOWsdSc/s1600/166963_1666816845521_1690311697_851814_1589328641_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-u3nBJe-jo/Tt2EJSO0MlI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_icHQOWsdSc/s400/166963_1666816845521_1690311697_851814_1589328641_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everybody is always a person of the reason they smile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet baby yesterday. Was with from afternoon till noon. Then I send under his blk. His jacket are mine now! After meeting him, went to Woodlands to watch Prabu Anggerik with mum and dad. Meet Petir Homies there. Have real fun. Airil Twirly really made me fed up -__- Tried making me jealous by asking Sharleen if she wants to use his pillow. Tsk! Whatever at least right now his pillow are mine! Running nose sucks alot -_- Though I use jacket yesterday, it's the same! Cool very much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Please don't change and stay like how you are right now."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-5164990471943907439?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/5164990471943907439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/saat-kau-jauh-di-sana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/5164990471943907439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/5164990471943907439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/saat-kau-jauh-di-sana.html' title='Saat kau jauh di sana (&apos;:'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l-u3nBJe-jo/Tt2EJSO0MlI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_icHQOWsdSc/s72-c/166963_1666816845521_1690311697_851814_1589328641_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-2756762840841958426</id><published>2011-12-01T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T19:52:44.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-us520xFjzIo/TthKcGPZ98I/AAAAAAAAAF0/bzjWp6zdPow/s1600/tumblr_lv2613kN9r1qzed83o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-us520xFjzIo/TthKcGPZ98I/AAAAAAAAAF0/bzjWp6zdPow/s400/tumblr_lv2613kN9r1qzed83o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A boyfriend like this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, boyfriend ask me to follow him to Bukit Timah. Should I follow or not? They end around 4PM. Should I go or not? Cause all I knew was, mum ask me to meet at granny's shop. I'd love to follow boyfriend but I don't know should I or not. It's my brother birthday futhermore. Whatever, I'll try my best to follow boyfriend. I'm off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-2756762840841958426?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/2756762840841958426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/2756762840841958426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/2756762840841958426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/us.html' title='Us.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-us520xFjzIo/TthKcGPZ98I/AAAAAAAAAF0/bzjWp6zdPow/s72-c/tumblr_lv2613kN9r1qzed83o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-1263619956636818417</id><published>2011-12-01T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T08:28:27.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shootings stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7TFuOY0I2s/Ttep5HIMOyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7FEtKSoGHmI/s1600/374789_288221164543192_100000659313046_936572_215681347_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7TFuOY0I2s/Ttep5HIMOyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7FEtKSoGHmI/s400/374789_288221164543192_100000659313046_936572_215681347_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;True best friend that are there for you everytime.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm glad to have you as my best friend.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Thanks Allah for saving this sister biol of mine for ME. She's there for me when I'm sad, happy and everything. And one of the reasons I love her was, nothing. Nothing makes me love about her. Not personality or whatever. She know me best. Nothing is the better and greater reasons to say. Cause why? What for loving a person for a reason? It seriously doesn't makes sense. She wipes my tears when I cried. She bought me tissue to wipe my tears. She did everything to help me. She told my best brother what happened. Oh my crabz ._. She's just a world to me!! She'd spend her time with me, sharing stories and everything."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;She's forever my &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;sister biol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-1263619956636818417?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/1263619956636818417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/shootings-stars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/1263619956636818417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/1263619956636818417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/shootings-stars.html' title='shootings stars'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7TFuOY0I2s/Ttep5HIMOyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7FEtKSoGHmI/s72-c/374789_288221164543192_100000659313046_936572_215681347_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-7317838315496817259</id><published>2011-12-01T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T07:35:51.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back triple 11.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3-95j9YYpYU/Ttecb0bvNII/AAAAAAAAAFk/F-Wh2YknhuY/s1600/tumblr_lvgdxpkAIx1qeddvno1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3-95j9YYpYU/Ttecb0bvNII/AAAAAAAAAFk/F-Wh2YknhuY/s400/tumblr_lvgdxpkAIx1qeddvno1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fuck bitches that steals my boyfriend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Allhamdullilah triple 11 is back (': Well, it's kinda surprise when he says that to me. Right in my first. It's the first time in my life that people been doing that. It's sweet though. Today plan, home, suzy's home, town, petir, home. Long day right:/ Okay, will post later on. Hmmmmm.&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-7317838315496817259?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/7317838315496817259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/welcome-back-triple-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/7317838315496817259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/7317838315496817259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/12/welcome-back-triple-11.html' title='Welcome back triple 11.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3-95j9YYpYU/Ttecb0bvNII/AAAAAAAAAFk/F-Wh2YknhuY/s72-c/tumblr_lvgdxpkAIx1qeddvno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-4907985170671927945</id><published>2011-11-30T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T08:13:53.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about TWIRLY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6R-_Ki839M/TtZTfppGnxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YzZTwK7RTY0/s1600/twirly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6R-_Ki839M/TtZTfppGnxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YzZTwK7RTY0/s400/twirly.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keep calm and think of Sharmin Twirly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Loving you secretly does hurt and it really hurts. You didn't know the inside me. I'm afraid of losing you. Really really afraid. But I bet, I'm gonna lost you. Really. She won you. I'm done with life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to December.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's December. It's so fast the time passed by and right now it's alright December. Next month is already January. Fvck how fast. New school. New friends. New everything. Boring. Wondering what school I'm getting in? Pfffft. Hoping that mum would give me money and then off to Suzy's house. Town with Suzy tomorrow then CCK :D Ohmy, i miss slacking CCK you know!! Raziq is sad wimme cause he can't breakfast with me. Sad thing. Thursday lah raziq ziq ziq ziq. Irritating right?:/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bye Airil Natasha greatest brother.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-4907985170671927945?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/4907985170671927945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-about-twirly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/4907985170671927945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/4907985170671927945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-about-twirly.html' title='It&apos;s about TWIRLY.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6R-_Ki839M/TtZTfppGnxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YzZTwK7RTY0/s72-c/twirly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-7251718438335388508</id><published>2011-11-30T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T07:19:22.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>read this and understand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3the7lDjqTQ/TtZIYDH4OQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AbvqxDOctrI/s1600/319695_299440406747985_210424388982921_1120682_94069984_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3the7lDjqTQ/TtZIYDH4OQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AbvqxDOctrI/s400/319695_299440406747985_210424388982921_1120682_94069984_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Sorry for everything sastro. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I've fail in everything. I've fail in attracting you like how that girl did. I failed in everything. Sorry for falling for you. Sorry for havings feelings for you. You'd never know what would happened next. Let's just be normal, friends and act like nothing happening. I guess you've found someone better than me. The one that attracts with you more than I do. Yes, I'm shy. I don't go wild with people who I doesn't talk to so much. Whatever happens, I'll still love my sastro boy (':"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No words could and can describe me. I'm done with life. Update later. xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-7251718438335388508?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/7251718438335388508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/11/read-this-and-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/7251718438335388508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/7251718438335388508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/11/read-this-and-understand.html' title='read this and understand.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3the7lDjqTQ/TtZIYDH4OQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AbvqxDOctrI/s72-c/319695_299440406747985_210424388982921_1120682_94069984_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-6931383270883131982</id><published>2011-11-30T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T06:10:28.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you and i together.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L9dM6BJNeLw/TtY2s5-4qrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_rpn32Uaio8/s1600/313209_306102182748474_210424388982921_1140521_1389997605_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L9dM6BJNeLw/TtY2s5-4qrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_rpn32Uaio8/s400/313209_306102182748474_210424388982921_1140521_1389997605_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ladies it's not about you all the time. If you want your relationship to last longer, you can't be selfish or expect him to always do anything for you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was a blast. Didn't plan a thing but at least last minute plans happened. Today was okay, but there's part when I'm down. I miss our chat that we used to have too. Fake smiles do occur in ME.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"After you've known the truth, you don't seems to care about me. You don't take the chances to chat with me. You expects me to chat with you and started the conversation. I hate when this happens. Well, I bet you'll never understand and never will you. I'm sad, down and everything when you replied simple words. I don't expect something that is so romantic, but you know at least do something that will make me smile. Love hurts. Really hurts. You treat me like a wall. You ignore me and everything. I really hope that you read this Imansha (':"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-6931383270883131982?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/6931383270883131982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-and-i-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/6931383270883131982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/6931383270883131982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-and-i-together.html' title='you and i together.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L9dM6BJNeLw/TtY2s5-4qrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_rpn32Uaio8/s72-c/313209_306102182748474_210424388982921_1140521_1389997605_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-4740508408545475375</id><published>2011-11-29T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T09:12:44.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi i love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VcLczTFBhgc/TtUP84cHsWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VH6x9SJ1br8/s1600/tumblr_ltep5iUhmA1qd8byd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VcLczTFBhgc/TtUP84cHsWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VH6x9SJ1br8/s640/tumblr_ltep5iUhmA1qd8byd.jpg" width="467" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A boyfriend like this would really make my day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"A boyfriend that could be with me when I'm in need. Would come to my house late at night just to cook for me when I'm hungry. It's cool. &amp;nbsp;Hey you. You're making me falling for you harder. I expect you to take the first move. But you didn't. Since people been saying I fall for Airul, I'd straight in their face that I'm into you and no one else...... At least I proved them wrong. Well, I've expect you to say to me.... Hi, I like you. But nope, you didn't. Telling you first before it's too late. I really hope you understand me. Really really do. Although you doesn't love and care about me like how I did to you, it's okay. THIS IS LIFE. But i'm already happy that you knew I liked you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Falling in love with someone unexpected. It's cool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today is the sad, happy, weird day. Like at last we finally understand each other. I'd admitted in front of my brother face. Never once expect that I was daring enough to said that. Well I just did. Hoping tomorrow is gonna be a better day:3 Goodbye.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Hi Imanshah, iloveyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1702630251123249671-4740508408545475375?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/4740508408545475375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/11/hi-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/4740508408545475375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/4740508408545475375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/11/hi-i-love-you.html' title='hi i love you.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VcLczTFBhgc/TtUP84cHsWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VH6x9SJ1br8/s72-c/tumblr_ltep5iUhmA1qd8byd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-3922832360547899777</id><published>2011-11-28T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T08:46:29.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a dream, you notice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qZjyTTvRGq0/TtO4tmat9QI/AAAAAAAAAE8/F50Lwn_-Fpc/s1600/284997_224854040890669_100000982230734_600820_466971_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qZjyTTvRGq0/TtO4tmat9QI/AAAAAAAAAE8/F50Lwn_-Fpc/s400/284997_224854040890669_100000982230734_600820_466971_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Can I just fall for you and be with you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No words to describe me best right now. Awkward. The feelings is not cool. Not cool ever. Feeling un-wanted in people's life do sucks alot. Yes that him. The one that I've been wanting since long. Well, it's not because of his looks. Yeah, maybe looks took a 5% of him but his words and everything that attracts me. He's like the one that I've been wanting but I'll fail. He's into someone.............. maybe into someone that I hate. No words right now. It's kinda lame, yeah I know. But all I knew was, I've got no feelings. Not a feeling of sad, happy, angry and what so ever. Being with you is all I ever want you know. But, who am I right? Just a normal next door sitting girl. I'm not attractive like other girls out there. I love to praise myself everytime. But all I think was, hey. I'm small, i'm shy but all i want was being unique. Wanting a guy that would understand me. Don't really care about my looks when I'm with him. Accept me for who I am. Introducing me to his family not his bedroom. Oh come on sharmin, stop dreaming about having a guy like this........................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fvck life. Today I'm emotinally hurt. I don't know why. I don't know what. All I knew was being the best when I'm with someone. I can't make anyone happy at all. I'm done with this. So let's start with a new topic. Tomorrow takraw, whooop. I can't wait:/ I wanna play takraw, I miss playing takraw. I miss every part of takraw. I miss laughing and not playing properly during takraw. I miss everything that has to do with takraw. Allah, please don't rain tomorrow. Seriously, I beg you): Wanna play takraw and let everything out. I'm done here. Goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-3922832360547899777?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/3922832360547899777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-dream-you-notice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/3922832360547899777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/3922832360547899777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-dream-you-notice.html' title='just a dream, you notice?'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qZjyTTvRGq0/TtO4tmat9QI/AAAAAAAAAE8/F50Lwn_-Fpc/s72-c/284997_224854040890669_100000982230734_600820_466971_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-3666911876978023221</id><published>2011-11-28T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T05:04:25.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who do you think you are?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IGj-DNQMa5s/TtOD6GfqpRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/B7Kv012aaZM/s1600/IMG_1573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IGj-DNQMa5s/TtOD6GfqpRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/B7Kv012aaZM/s400/IMG_1573.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Seasons change and so do I."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Currently at Suzy's crib. Followed her home, eat and stuff. Waiting for someone message then I'm off to slack. So I guessed today is quite, boring. Nothing much to do. 'Too much falling in love really bring you some pain. I fell for a guy but.................... I don't know how to explains. It seems like he's into other girl. Well, who am I right? Whatever lah. At least I have a brother whom can listen to my story and he's Airil Natasha. Airil Natasha? The guy that always listens to my story. Always be there for me. Cooked for me when I'm hungry. Only crazy bitches doesn't want a guy that will do this. Not being in a relationship, but brothers/sisters. Awesome shit. Think again, it's kinda funny how people talk to you when there's no one to talk too. Well, I guess I'm talking craps, ain't I? Okay off to lepak soon!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You know how hurt it was when you treated her better than treating ME? It's okay. It's life. It's normal. You see everyone goes through this. Fvck myself for falling in love. It's a no use falling in love. It makes my heart so painful you see. I like it when I'm single but the sad thing was I doesn't own a person that would be there for me. Hope one day you'll realise that I really love you and I really do."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-3666911876978023221?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/3666911876978023221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/11/who-do-you-think-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/3666911876978023221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/3666911876978023221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/11/who-do-you-think-you-are.html' title='Who do you think you are?'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IGj-DNQMa5s/TtOD6GfqpRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/B7Kv012aaZM/s72-c/IMG_1573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-3385354796209507657</id><published>2011-11-24T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T07:43:45.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 24/11/11.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OKAY GUYS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's up everybody? So how's life? How's results? How's everything right? That's what you guys wants me to do right right right. Okay, I'm gonna tell you guys. It may be sad to most of all. But for those who actually hate me will obviously be happy lah.......... Okay so, let's start with PSLE, primary school leaving examination. I heard cursing and swearings from people that I will stayback, Mr Rahim says that my face are one of the failures......... I'm confirm going to fail. Well, I don't listen to what they wants to say. I listen to my own. I've move on and knew the results. The great thing was I passed and I scored 157 for my PSLE. So I really had a hard time choosing to get into NT/NA. Whatever, at least I got into my dream school. Okay then, the sad thing was, I didn't stayback and my haters gonna hate. When I was about to take my results, guess what? Mdm Annie gave me a slumber faces. A really bad looking faces. I didn't think of a thing at all. Didn't even think of staying back cause I know I won't. You must have confidence in life. Ermmm, most of the time. Don't be lack of confidence. Let's start with photos okay!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GGQD-mgnzOg/Ts5jM-XhuNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/v6sf2PUfoJA/s1600/375660_239351539461204_100001590787098_639429_1610795048_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GGQD-mgnzOg/Ts5jM-XhuNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/v6sf2PUfoJA/s400/375660_239351539461204_100001590787098_639429_1610795048_n.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hi fellow's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meet Mdm Annie, greatest form teacher in BPPS ever!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today is her birthday. Happy birthday Mdm Annie. Loveyou! &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-91rwnpjdMwY/Ts5jMM5oAAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MRA9R4ExEf0/s1600/316680_292110414154267_100000659313046_946331_1801376192_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-91rwnpjdMwY/Ts5jMM5oAAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MRA9R4ExEf0/s640/316680_292110414154267_100000659313046_946331_1801376192_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Okay then, I went home. Then off to slack. Meet Suzy at bukit panjang plaza. walk here and there since there was nothing to do. ended up we sits at Mc Donald and laugh like a mad girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vDykvnEkTmc/Ts5jNLwvzwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6DAKnUAHli4/s1600/387802_292110167487625_100000659313046_946330_628321193_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vDykvnEkTmc/Ts5jNLwvzwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6DAKnUAHli4/s640/387802_292110167487625_100000659313046_946330_628321193_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, I had my ice-cream. hehehehe, it's inside my tummy now dude. So naise, treat Suzy this!:D Hehehehehehehee, so cool. Wait. Cool story bro, cool story. hahahaahha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WOc6l79MU4M/Ts5jMuvY_8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/j_K2g95eKA0/s1600/375523_292108697487772_100000659313046_946326_306032299_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WOc6l79MU4M/Ts5jMuvY_8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/j_K2g95eKA0/s640/375523_292108697487772_100000659313046_946326_306032299_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then I went to slack aft going to bukit panjang plaza. HI, MEET ISYAM BANTO.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So he's the one that asked me to go Regent so that we can go to the same school^^ He's going to transfer, insyallah. wait, petir homies ah ramai regent?:p Isyam meet the MP faster okay!! Boleh pergi sekolah sesama:p Hahahahaha, so cool right us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QP3p6KIccmk/Ts5jLXvdcWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zMH7jW7Jk4E/s1600/306337_292110000820975_100000659313046_946329_569817997_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QP3p6KIccmk/Ts5jLXvdcWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zMH7jW7Jk4E/s640/306337_292110000820975_100000659313046_946329_569817997_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi, meet Aiai Astro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My greatest best friend but he's irritating at times. Hahahahaa, so he asked me to go Fajar Sec. Confused. But wait, by the time I'm sec 2 you're gone. then Fajar batch merepek'merepek. No offence ayye? hahahahahahahah. Okayla meet soon bestfriend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright this is my kisah-kisah on 24/11/2011.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's fun though, next up. O/N level. Standby only lahh........... Okay, today was happening. But at the last part, it was boring:3 your words that you said really reminds me. it kept on playing on my mind. i'm confused......&amp;nbsp; whatever. Irfan asked me to go to BPGH. Let me put as my second choices ^^ heheheheheheehehehe. i'm so cute after all...... bored lah weii. Okay lah till here. Tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Good night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-3385354796209507657?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/3385354796209507657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-241111.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/3385354796209507657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/3385354796209507657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-241111.html' title='It&apos;s 24/11/11.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GGQD-mgnzOg/Ts5jM-XhuNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/v6sf2PUfoJA/s72-c/375660_239351539461204_100001590787098_639429_1610795048_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-5875023596755254088</id><published>2011-11-17T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T23:59:37.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day with sister biol and ibu adeq.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l0Gh06iXOB0/TsYL0RkGqgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6lmzl0mIdno/s1600/IMG_2204%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l0Gh06iXOB0/TsYL0RkGqgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6lmzl0mIdno/s640/IMG_2204%255B1%255D.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh hello.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday was a day out with Suzy and Mum. Went to Bugis to get my clothes for my graduation night. Thanks Suzy sister biol:3 &amp;nbsp;Hehehe, great day with them^^ then went to petir park to meet our homies. Currently at suzy's house and hope it won't rain later, like seriously. Don't cry for us rain. Okay bored, blank and don't know what to actually post:/ Ask Suzy and she had no idea. Music? Currently listening to How To Love. Hope I won't be late for graduation nite:/ Very sleepy please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OKAY BYE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-5875023596755254088?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/5875023596755254088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-with-sister-biol-and-ibu-adeq.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/5875023596755254088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/5875023596755254088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-with-sister-biol-and-ibu-adeq.html' title='a day with sister biol and ibu adeq.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l0Gh06iXOB0/TsYL0RkGqgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6lmzl0mIdno/s72-c/IMG_2204%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-2088161178973654080</id><published>2011-11-16T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T08:04:07.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fvck life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rYsyHbVUV8k/TsOf_M7as-I/AAAAAAAAADw/s8gzfBU_OOc/s1600/319120_279647735400535_100000659313046_908765_187342599_n+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rYsyHbVUV8k/TsOf_M7as-I/AAAAAAAAADw/s8gzfBU_OOc/s640/319120_279647735400535_100000659313046_908765_187342599_n+%25281%2529.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hello Bloggers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, 11.11.11 11:11 has ended on 15.11.11 11.11 (':&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I guess we're not fated to be together :3 He kept his promise to his favourite best friend. Yes, I can't force him to be with me, well. What should I do, right? (': Just have to accept the facts and think straight. By gone is by gone.Whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hello.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting a new life. Fvck, am I falling for you? -.- Hah, bored. Okay whatever it is. I just hope that people understand me more. Put more attention for me. What's the used of being so close and ending up..............&lt;br /&gt;i don't want explain futher. nanti ade je orang yang terasa:p Okay, hanya Irfan yang layan aku. Sweetkan.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sweet otak kau! Okay, Lynn on the phone with Akym. While I'm dating the computer:p waiting for uncle return and then gonna movie marathon! tomorrow school, and YEAH. its last day of school. who's not happy is crazy. hahahahaa, if i get to go to sec 1, guess what? ermmm, i'm gonna miss primary life :3 like really ehhh. PSLE finished already, i don't come school lah, this lah that lah. whatever shit reason:p bluek. Chatting with Irfan and Syyiqinn right now:&amp;gt; 9 months they've been together, ohmy. okay, i can't say a thing anymore.&amp;nbsp; Well, hope they're still friends afterall. I really solute a guy like Irfan. (':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiaaaao, SharminNatashaLyonne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-2088161178973654080?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/2088161178973654080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/11/fvck-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/2088161178973654080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/2088161178973654080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/11/fvck-life.html' title='fvck life.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rYsyHbVUV8k/TsOf_M7as-I/AAAAAAAAADw/s8gzfBU_OOc/s72-c/319120_279647735400535_100000659313046_908765_187342599_n+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-3999180508019685665</id><published>2011-10-31T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T07:20:43.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi, meet my cute best friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UPlsApb3AxI/Tq6shbJG7zI/AAAAAAAAADc/uR6HPifQJl4/s1600/325557_149508868481602_100002674684749_204540_1304379748_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UPlsApb3AxI/Tq6shbJG7zI/AAAAAAAAADc/uR6HPifQJl4/s640/325557_149508868481602_100002674684749_204540_1304379748_o.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hi, meet my cute best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I'm tired of fighting with friends just over a boy. It's so tired. Yes, I've lost my love towards my ex. But still I love him more than you girls do. Omyyyyyyyyyyyy, guess what?&amp;nbsp; Haish, I'm willing to do anything for you to be happy :) Okay, lazy to type. Tomorrow Halloween!!!!!!! :&amp;gt; Okay, bye. Stare in the pictures k xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-3999180508019685665?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/3999180508019685665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/10/hi-meet-my-cute-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/3999180508019685665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/3999180508019685665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/10/hi-meet-my-cute-best-friend.html' title='hi, meet my cute best friend.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UPlsApb3AxI/Tq6shbJG7zI/AAAAAAAAADc/uR6HPifQJl4/s72-c/325557_149508868481602_100002674684749_204540_1304379748_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-8353219984407341180</id><published>2011-10-10T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T08:38:50.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overboard \m/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jFRlHNd32XQ/TpMN25pS2NI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZKHNKUeTPJU/s1600/DSCF6357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jFRlHNd32XQ/TpMN25pS2NI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZKHNKUeTPJU/s640/DSCF6357.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;" I want you to be in me, please stay strong 15th. (': "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello people. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been so long since I did not update my blog. Well, I guess I've no readers anymore? Well, it's okaaayz. Let me have my feelings here alone (': &amp;nbsp;Haishhh, boring to the max. Okay listen, I'm at home just back from slacking. Luckily I didn't slack with a few of friends, too bad. their life today. three times got screened by police. luckily i'm not there ^^ hehehehhee, lol. so today didn't went to soccer, sad life brahh, sad life huh. okay, firstly. went to school, went to ict lesson, damn fucking boring O.o Okay, then went out till i didnt go soccer. i miss soccer. oh fuck. well, what to do right? hmmpfft. I miss boyfriend. Stress lah my life. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;15th :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want you to be by my side, I want you to be mine, forever mine. I want us to last like how Irfan and their mataey last. I knew you wouldn't want to pick a fight. that's so sweet of you bby. you're the only reception ok. cheyyy. i seriously hope we last. but only if theres fate. if we're unlucky, i cant say a thing. and i bet, i will regret. but you? i dont know lehh. I love picking a fight with you okaaaaayz. We fight and fight but still we're &amp;nbsp;close :p hahaha, mestilah. we're one righttttt. 5 more days to our 1st anniverysary. Whooooop! ^^&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait. I can't wait. I can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But too bad, I can't meet you on our 1st. ): Sad life huhhhh. You must go out, I understand okehhhh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahahahahahaa, okaaaay, tayang kau.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to September.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stress with sister and aicaa. fighting and fighting. sister talk like big piekia. wa pun takut la wei. hahahha ^^ okaaaay, i cant wait for my psle results. I hope i'd pass. okay okay. i'm gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Lurpchu&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-8353219984407341180?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/8353219984407341180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/10/overboard-m.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/8353219984407341180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/8353219984407341180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/10/overboard-m.html' title='Overboard \m/'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jFRlHNd32XQ/TpMN25pS2NI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZKHNKUeTPJU/s72-c/DSCF6357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-4346916418890587085</id><published>2011-09-23T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T18:29:41.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishball cheek, yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FnslDueFj50/Tn0s03aLUsI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZjPHnZtdPnc/s1600/snapshot%25289%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FnslDueFj50/Tn0s03aLUsI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZjPHnZtdPnc/s640/snapshot%25289%2529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good morning everyone. (: It's Saturday, It's Saturday. Okay, my mum is still in&amp;nbsp;a raya mood. Later going to Kak Shidah's house. Heh^^ Okaay, next week PSLE starting which is on Thursday. Kay, sumpah kaysiao. I still have not started study-ing. Ohmyfoot. Ha ha^^ I wanna aim high man. I least I get into a secondary school, I'm already happy yo. Okay, didn't know where to start. Let's start about my yesterday things that "happen".&amp;nbsp;So, went to school, as per normal. Then supplementary, it's freaking me out. Cheyyy &amp;lt;: Kidding only. Then Shiqah, Beby and Shah took me outside school. Went home, did things I normally do. And yeah, went out. We went to karaoke. So here's the one that follows, Shiqah, Beby, Shah, Izzati and Hilmi. And not forgetting ME. Like duhh~ Then we went to eat at McDonald. Tiring but fun. I get to bite his fishball^^ Yay! &amp;lt;: Okay, it was best though.&amp;nbsp;So after that, waited for the bus. Well, Friday, there's martial art xD&amp;nbsp;I all out. K. While waiting for the bus, it was so long waiting. But still, after boarding the bus. Felt sick ): So didn't talk alot. Sad.&amp;nbsp;But still, it's okay. After that, they sent me to my place a blk away. Went to the home ground, fuhhhh. Luckily I didn't get a scolding from them. Okay, then after finished training, I thought they went home.&amp;nbsp;But how sweet was them, they waited for me (': Cair sekejap please. Hehehehehe^^&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Whatever it is. They went to McDonald to buy food. I went to buy milkshake. Serious talking, the milkshake make us even worser. Make us go thirsty. But still there's water to drink. Slack-ed with them for a while. So, some went home. Salam all of them, then beby go and bite my cheeks. Haha, but no stains. Unlike his, there's this red line on his cheeks^^ Hehehehe, so whatever. Then, how sweet was Izzati and Hilmi to sent me and wait for my last bus to arrive. And this Apit, say only wanna go bukit panjang, sent me home. Ended up he straight away go to lan and I went home alone. :/ Kay, quite gerek go home alone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.- But not the fun part was there's no one to talk to. I didn't bring MP3, lerrrrrrr. Haha. Okay then reached home, great. Played with mum iPhone, then saaap. Sleep like a pig. But still, I shoo cute. Right now, still have not bathe.Okay, guess till here only. Update soon &amp;lt;3 Will need to do dedication for my friends and also myself -.- Hahahahahaha.&amp;lt;: Okay ciaaao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Bopeng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-4346916418890587085?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/4346916418890587085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/09/fishball-cheek-yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/4346916418890587085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/4346916418890587085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/09/fishball-cheek-yay.html' title='Fishball cheek, yay!'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FnslDueFj50/Tn0s03aLUsI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZjPHnZtdPnc/s72-c/snapshot%25289%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-8794039896109305771</id><published>2011-09-08T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T01:08:19.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QKJR4E17u7w/TmhzF22pGTI/AAAAAAAAABw/_7Kd9IUpYYo/s1600/snapshot%25287%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QKJR4E17u7w/TmhzF22pGTI/AAAAAAAAABw/_7Kd9IUpYYo/s640/snapshot%25287%2529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, I'm stuck at home. I wanna gain my parents trust, so, they to have their trust, I must stay home. K. So i paitao a lot of people. Sorry ah. Some are sot with me, didn't even think of my family. What to do? Right now, I don't have anyone that I could really trust on. Pfft, not even my blood sister :/&amp;nbsp; K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow, going to jalan raya with my senior and junior. Kay cool. Wait, I'm so bored Right now. I don't know what to do. I shoo tiut! (: Hahaha, Keep on texting with cute boy. Haha, I beryy cute. -.- Irritating sia. Yesterday was great but for today, things cock up. I'll repost k. BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-8794039896109305771?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/8794039896109305771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/09/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/8794039896109305771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/8794039896109305771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QKJR4E17u7w/TmhzF22pGTI/AAAAAAAAABw/_7Kd9IUpYYo/s72-c/snapshot%25287%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-7128462420478179348</id><published>2011-08-29T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T21:08:52.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1S5S3dQKhMA/TlxgpiiaR8I/AAAAAAAAABs/G7avcbFCERQ/s1600/247955_1400937518704_1690311697_661343_3076674_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1S5S3dQKhMA/TlxgpiiaR8I/AAAAAAAAABs/G7avcbFCERQ/s640/247955_1400937518704_1690311697_661343_3076674_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello!&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Selamat hari raya to all muslim! &amp;lt;: gonna be great right when we get to eat like how we used to?(: but still, don't forget to pay back okay! (: Hehehe^^ yesterday played fireworks, wow. It was shoo awesome!^^ &amp;nbsp;Then, Suzy treat me apple pie. So cute right her? &amp;lt;: Hahaha~ Then ton till 4? I didn't know what time. Hahaha, I don't care. But I knew, yesterday was so awesome. First time in my life I played fireworks like that! (: Can you imagine that? Okay, then listen to all kind of musics. We're the last man standing at petir park. Only us while there's no other people. Keycoh. We make the park a very dirty one, :p Then taiko petir park go and clean the mess. Hahaha~ Cute right? Kay. I guess many had already get ready and getting ready to go out while I'm still here waiting for dad to wake up O.o And still, had not bathe. I really hope they'd go to grandmother's house. :) Ohmy, I still had no idea how to seek forgiveness? :p Should I say, "Bu, Yah, meen nak mintak maaf. INSYALLAH, min tak buat lagi. " Hahahahaha! That line shoo cute. Ikr xD Talking to myself. Mum already noisy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;K BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-7128462420478179348?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/7128462420478179348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/08/raya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/7128462420478179348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/7128462420478179348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/08/raya.html' title='Raya!'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1S5S3dQKhMA/TlxgpiiaR8I/AAAAAAAAABs/G7avcbFCERQ/s72-c/247955_1400937518704_1690311697_661343_3076674_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-7720944077352897865</id><published>2011-08-25T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T23:18:45.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're born to be somebody.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oN4mCYNTTyw/Tlc2ip4Ww5I/AAAAAAAAABo/8ETCRwhX_0k/s1600/DSCF9153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oN4mCYNTTyw/Tlc2ip4Ww5I/AAAAAAAAABo/8ETCRwhX_0k/s640/DSCF9153.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'm telling you, people. Everyday we wake up is another blessing. Follow your dreams and don't let anyone stop you. Never say never."&lt;br /&gt;—&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4019884.Justin_Bieber" style="color: #666600; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Justin Bieber&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Hello. (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I'm back from school, how cute am I? Hahaha. Indeed, veryvery cute :p K. I'm bored like usual. Didn't know, should I do homework or not. (: Hehehehe!^^ Okay, later maybe going Geylang with Mum&amp;lt;3 But not yet confirm, should I go geylang or lepak? Hahahaahahaha, confused mood switched on. Whatthe. That god it's friday. (: 4 days more to Raya! Who's not happen, right? Okay first, I don't feel raya at all. But I bet, I must have fun during Raya okay! K what now, I'm bored. Listening to ' kerana kehadiranmu '. I didn't know what to do. Hope today tick tok faster than yesterday. (: Okay, let's talk about that boy cine there!^^&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;He's Qamal. Known as Qamal Cine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;My oneandonly brother cine. Kay cute. I've known him for how many days/months, but we're acting as if we know for so long. :/ Well, he's a good guy, very very good. He'll be fair to anyone. ANYONE. Get it? (: He very tiut right like me. I know. Okay done about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I miss taking pictures with him sia. Okay guess what? I saw at someone's blog and read their post, you know what it says? It goes like this, "Girls, do you know that when you sleep, your boobs will grow bigger. When you sleep, open your coli, they need rest too!" Eeeeeew. Aku geli. Hahahahahahaha! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Nothing more to say, Sayanora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-7720944077352897865?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/7720944077352897865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/08/were-born-to-be-somebody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/7720944077352897865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/7720944077352897865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/08/were-born-to-be-somebody.html' title='We&apos;re born to be somebody.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oN4mCYNTTyw/Tlc2ip4Ww5I/AAAAAAAAABo/8ETCRwhX_0k/s72-c/DSCF9153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-9129337172849257142</id><published>2011-08-21T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T23:31:12.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure before they're gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iWmoFAniG4c/TlH0oU3KW4I/AAAAAAAAABk/b38GUQb0f50/s1600/Us.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iWmoFAniG4c/TlH0oU3KW4I/AAAAAAAAABk/b38GUQb0f50/s640/Us.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" Treasure them before it's too late. "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm back from school. Tired very belly much &amp;lt;: &amp;nbsp;Okay, just now during class was alright. Oh yeah! English exam, Prelim. It was okok alright. Not so easy or difficult. Hehehehehe. Today pissed off sia. It's already good that I want to accompany Sharleen and Shiqah to poly. Dah lah dua-dua mata tengah potek -___-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me reaching MamaShop.&lt;br /&gt;Sharleen, " Sebok je kau! Gi balik ah!"&lt;br /&gt;Me, " K bye!"&lt;br /&gt;I walk towards home. Then, Shiqah ran to me and grab my hand. I'm trying to let go.&lt;br /&gt;Shiqah, " Sharmin! Ikut la!"&lt;br /&gt;Me, " Taknak ah! Buat apa sia nak ikut kalau dia taknak ikut?!"&lt;br /&gt;Let my hand free. Reach home, ring ring! I pick up.&lt;br /&gt;Sharleen, " Eh, cepat la turun! Shiqah tunggu kau dari tadi kan!"&lt;br /&gt;Me, " Malas ah aku kalau orang malas nak bawak aku. Buat nyemak je!"&lt;br /&gt;Had a little fight and she hung the phone. Then,&lt;br /&gt;Mum, " Sharmin, Nadia gi poly tak antar pe?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, " Malas ah, dah jumpa beh dia kata sebok. Malas ah!"&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother, " setakat tu je?"&lt;br /&gt;Mum, " Kalau kakak pun kakak balik seh!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Irritating, right? -.-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hah! If she wants to meet Ami, just tell me straight uh. Don't need to fight right. Aku dah tengah puasa! -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bersabar please. Okay see that guy?^^ Yes he! My bestfriend. Hahahahaha, cute right us? But I bet I more cute :p Haha, aku cute &amp;lt;: &amp;nbsp;Okay, semalam jumpa dia, kene own ngan dia siol! ^^ Hahahahahaha! &amp;lt;:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, aku rindu Qamal ngan Irfan. Okaaai, nak main blackshot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chalobeteh.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-9129337172849257142?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/9129337172849257142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/08/treasure-before-theyre-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/9129337172849257142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/9129337172849257142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/08/treasure-before-theyre-gone.html' title='Treasure before they&apos;re gone.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iWmoFAniG4c/TlH0oU3KW4I/AAAAAAAAABk/b38GUQb0f50/s72-c/Us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-2159041088663055976</id><published>2011-08-20T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T15:06:19.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the shine of star.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r-AzEioKDoA/TlAs2QhVTXI/AAAAAAAAABc/wS3ULUZnRvM/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r-AzEioKDoA/TlAs2QhVTXI/AAAAAAAAABc/wS3ULUZnRvM/s640/Picnik+collage.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello Bitches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's 5.53am and I'm still now asleep. Hehe, ton with Apit, Ecaar, Khai, Aicaa, Shah, Lynn :D Did I miss anyone out? No k. Haha! Okay let's start with yesterday story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;20thAugust2011,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to geylang with Po, Aicaa, Ecaar, Apit, Shah, Lynn, Ami. Meet Zan, Zam and their friends there^^ Okay, it was totally great&amp;lt;: Cause Ami, saw that boy above? ^^ Yes, him. Entertaint me :D But then, i didn't know what happen. I lost my mood for a while. Then Ami was like wtf.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ami - Eh, asal kau perangai uh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meenn - Entah, tibe-tibe uh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ami - Abeh kau tak perlu tunjuk perangai kau sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meenn - Memang perangai aku gitu pe. Apa kau leh buat sia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ami - Yelah, beh tak perlu gitu macam ngan aku pe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meenn - Kalau aku gitu macam, apa kau boleh buat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ami - Beh kan tak perlu bobual ngan aku sarcastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meenn - Uh kay. Suka hati kau uh nak caye aku nye perangai ke tak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was our freaking conversation. Haha, like fuck only :p Kay chill, watch wujud 5 with kawan-kawan! (: Then, some slowly went home :/ They stay till 5.30am! So, Aicaa and Apit went home, Khai and Ecaar still here. Sleeping like a cute couple. Hahahahahahaha! Whatever it is, yesterday feeling was not cool. I didn't enjoy myself yesterday, but at least Zan and Ami tried to cheer me up! (: Ain't they a good friend? &amp;lt;: Okay, they're definately are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I'm bored. Today sunday, tomorrow monday. why is Sunday so near to Monday while Monday is far from Saturday? :/ *blank* whatthefork. Okay, tomorrow gonna take prelim, and I still here enjoying cause I trust myself that I can pass &amp;lt;: Hehehe! It's never to late to change, right? Hah! So tiut right me? Right now, all of them have slept, while I'm still here using laptop. Paitao sia they all. Like fuck, sit with them all then ended up, I didn't drink a lot of water!!! Hahahah~ Weii, 8 more days la eh! To what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TO RAYA! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1702630251123249671-2159041088663055976?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/2159041088663055976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/08/youre-shine-of-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/2159041088663055976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/2159041088663055976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/08/youre-shine-of-star.html' title='You&apos;re the shine of star.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r-AzEioKDoA/TlAs2QhVTXI/AAAAAAAAABc/wS3ULUZnRvM/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-6895441539968481929</id><published>2011-08-13T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T04:18:29.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day is a time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xyg6lrhhYPY/TkZbT8D7ALI/AAAAAAAAAA0/m03mY3R13aU/s1600/185538_1473645016346_1690311697_730421_2860810_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xyg6lrhhYPY/TkZbT8D7ALI/AAAAAAAAAA0/m03mY3R13aU/s640/185538_1473645016346_1690311697_730421_2860810_n.jpg" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been so long since I've not take pictures with my brother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Currently I had to mood right now. Was cock up just now during planning ending up, things not happening. How many more minutes to buka. Well, I can't say anything to people nowadays. People are changing and as if I've lost to the end of the world. No one gives attention to ME. None, how hurts is life? I've got no comments. I hope tomorrow everything goes well. I'll let everything happen in me, I'll let people talk bad about me, and at times, I wouldn't want to talk back about them. Talking about them is just like they're our mirror. I just don't understand. People talk bad about me, and now, ulcer at my mouth. Thanks alot yeah? Just now Martial Arts, today is a day for all of us to cry -___- Stop it sia! Firstly, thanks to my bhycerewet for her camera. The fucking moments, when you have a camera with you right now, there's no plan. But when you have plans, you'll need camera. Urgh, no brainer. Anyone has plan for tmr? &amp;lt;:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Thanks to you guys.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say you're my baruah, but why must you guys think like that? I always think of you guys , do you guys even know? I don't and won't care if you doesn't care about me. So what. I got no words for you guys anymore. I'll just follow through the flow then. I guess I should not use comp again, but will use it seldomly.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Selamat Berbuka!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-6895441539968481929?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/6895441539968481929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-is-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/6895441539968481929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/6895441539968481929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-is-time.html' title='A day is a time.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xyg6lrhhYPY/TkZbT8D7ALI/AAAAAAAAAA0/m03mY3R13aU/s72-c/185538_1473645016346_1690311697_730421_2860810_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-7219726677227607564</id><published>2011-07-26T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T23:23:43.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you were the trees.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C1IYf9ZshO4/Ti-qLFRPq9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/MVmPgBnNyqE/s1600/216972_1453346868905_1690311697_708758_277046_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C1IYf9ZshO4/Ti-qLFRPq9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/MVmPgBnNyqE/s640/216972_1453346868905_1690311697_708758_277046_n.jpg" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hello earthlings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm back to post. Oh what the hell &amp;lt;: Let's talk about yesterday first?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday did Prelim oral. Talk about toilet. Okay cool. At least I've talk alot. 'Hahahaha. Hope will get high marks man! (: Hehe. Just now Listening Comprehension, Malay I've got around 3-4 wrongs? Hehe! (: &amp;nbsp;Okayla, waiting for oral tomorrow then I'll be meeting him! :) Yay! Can't wait. Whatthehell. I'm gonna finish doing English homework then off to meet Aishah, Mira, and some more. Hopes they're at the normal place that we all always do. Hahaha, alright. I love my backgrounds. Just to cool. Just too awesome. Okay I love Justin Bieber&amp;lt;3 &amp;nbsp;Hahahahahah! No more to says. Okay off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Eat my shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-7219726677227607564?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/7219726677227607564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/07/if-you-were-trees_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/7219726677227607564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/7219726677227607564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/07/if-you-were-trees_26.html' title='If you were the trees.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C1IYf9ZshO4/Ti-qLFRPq9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/MVmPgBnNyqE/s72-c/216972_1453346868905_1690311697_708758_277046_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-1588587810387595314</id><published>2011-07-25T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T04:20:01.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Star.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-htl-kBv7-Lw/Ti1O29XprmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/C2SJQrVnpE8/s1600/269681_244877565525638_100000101884180_1186628_4358850_n+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-htl-kBv7-Lw/Ti1O29XprmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/C2SJQrVnpE8/s640/269681_244877565525638_100000101884180_1186628_4358850_n+%25281%2529.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hello Asshole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meet YayaLuwira. Which I've called as NurAqilah at my previous post.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, it's her. And I'm gonna write something as she has wrote something sweet about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yaya Luwira :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;hi Sharmin ): i'm sorry for everything happened between us, 3 days ago. You was right and I was wrong. Indeed, you were always there for me, and I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry ): I miss you, I miss your jokes, I miss your laughter, I miss every part of you in my life. It's up to you, whether to accept me back as your friend, i'm fine with any decision of yours. okey, i'm done here, beb.. bye i love you ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Yeah, that's her, I know it's sweet. Melts like chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Let me put that in red so you guys won't miss out reading that. Since she wrote for me, let me write for her back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Sharminnn :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Hello Aqilah (: I'm glad you've realise your mistake. You're sorry and so do I. No, we both are in the wrongs. Yeah, I knew, I'd put my time so much for my friends that sometimes I could have forgot about myself. I know you'll miss me, every part of me. If I were to accept you as a friend, would you promise me everything like how you'd promise me before? Would you do anything for me and waste your freaking time for me like how I always did to you? Will you? If you will, I'm glad. But if you're not, I guessed you're not ready yet. Decisions? For now, I guessed we'll be friends back. I told you, you'll regret everything, and yeah, strike, I'm right. Just promised to be there for me when I need a shoulder to cry on. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Yeah, that's how's sad life can be. Friends no friends, let it be. As long as she's happy and I'm happy with my life. What the hell, irritating place living with people who shout and shout. I hope she'll read it and just tagged me at my chatbox. Oh! New Chatbox! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Adios! ~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-1588587810387595314?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/1588587810387595314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/07/like-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/1588587810387595314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/1588587810387595314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/07/like-star.html' title='Like a Star.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-htl-kBv7-Lw/Ti1O29XprmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/C2SJQrVnpE8/s72-c/269681_244877565525638_100000101884180_1186628_4358850_n+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-8915712428397633468</id><published>2011-07-22T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T18:27:03.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JPv7OH03SGo/TiogXvUeBgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/B4kG1EoUpQI/s1600/284150_1449344848857_1690311697_704303_1833721_n+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JPv7OH03SGo/TiogXvUeBgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/B4kG1EoUpQI/s640/284150_1449344848857_1690311697_704303_1833721_n+%25281%2529.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hello people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I guessed no one are reading my blog then? No tags I've received. Sad life, huh? Hahaha, whatever itis. Let me start with this, 10 am going out till night. But too sad, I can't stay at Jurong for so long as I must head off to Eunos ^^ But still, I'm gonna support them and not forgetting how they were when they're friends with me. I'll be there for friends who are gonna be friends for me. I've got no time to buzz people when they won't took their time on ME. I've got something to write, really really hoping that they will read.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Meen[Y]ana&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hey you. Promised me and ending up not coming. I'm angry and sad at the same time. And, I've lost trusted in YOU. It's been more then 3 times that you bubbled me. You love bubbling me is it? How's sad is life. You want my trust? You earn it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;NurAqilah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We're already not friends from 23July2011 at 12.40 am. I'll remember that date and will wish you everytime 23 appears. Even on MY OWN Birthday. Cause I bet, I don't go crawling back to people. And you'll feel bad one day. You're gonna regrets what's happen to you right now, I promise. Cause i know karma is always there for. Thanks for the memories that we had. Thanks so much. Especially on the 23July2011, I had so much memories. You go to your line, and I'll go to my line. You go with your life, and I'll go with mine. We'll see who's gonna crawl to who.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, that's how life can be at times. Having friends who always doesn't has time on you but always have friends who had times on BOYS. Come'on so immature. Calling me Attention Seeker won't make you famous after all :) It's just the fact that I'm saying right now. Don't till one day, you'll get sound and feel very very paiseh. Aww, I just love my life going on right now. Going to bathe soon, so long fuckers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Sayonara! ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-8915712428397633468?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/8915712428397633468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/07/hello-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/8915712428397633468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/8915712428397633468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/07/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JPv7OH03SGo/TiogXvUeBgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/B4kG1EoUpQI/s72-c/284150_1449344848857_1690311697_704303_1833721_n+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-4521506720139565092</id><published>2011-07-21T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T07:34:46.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you were the trees.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jWA2u9C8tN8/Tig27bbj6DI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sv68WfUVLRU/s1600/284150_1449344848857_1690311697_704303_1833721_n+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jWA2u9C8tN8/Tig27bbj6DI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sv68WfUVLRU/s1600/284150_1449344848857_1690311697_704303_1833721_n+%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sup nigga.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just back slacking at Shah Kechyk's crib. Yana's boyfriend. Is not that I like him, but it's just that we're friends and always slack with each other before you both are together. No offence &amp;lt;: &amp;nbsp;Meet Syahmi Azrinizam :D I miss him, but yet I didn't talk to him just now. Malula. Hehe. Okay, just now gerek. Brought Shah's van shoes home. Haha! He didn't wanna use, he lend me ~ Okay whatever itis (: I want to talk to him. Hahahaha! Can't wait for tomorrow man! Wanting to meet somebody. Hopes tomorrow won't go cock up. Hope everything gonna be alright. Hopes everything would go smoothly. Tomorrow, after meeting them, I'll gonna have martial art! :D It's been ages since I learnt ganda. Waiting for tomorrow, Competition is super duper near. When we open silat aft 3 weeks of raya, I've got exactly 3 days to get thing right, and competition starts. I'm scared of one thing, scared of not getting it right ): First time in my life, I swear, I'm going to take in a International Singapore Competition. How's life would be? I hope on that day will go smoothly too!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday, I hope those I'm near with played before 3/4pm? In the afternoon, had my training. Tsk! Alright people, I needa go!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hopes tomorrow gonna be alright.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sayonara!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-4521506720139565092?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/4521506720139565092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/07/if-you-were-trees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/4521506720139565092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/4521506720139565092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/07/if-you-were-trees.html' title='If you were the trees.'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jWA2u9C8tN8/Tig27bbj6DI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sv68WfUVLRU/s72-c/284150_1449344848857_1690311697_704303_1833721_n+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-7917295744386242911</id><published>2011-07-21T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T04:03:38.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-psMBiP_z8t0/TigDL1OjiNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Onywt8Th8J0/s1600/34909_1145176604841_1690311697_281942_4831409_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-psMBiP_z8t0/TigDL1OjiNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Onywt8Th8J0/s640/34909_1145176604841_1690311697_281942_4831409_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sup asshole.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm back from bpplaza with Fadhilah, Nadirah, Myrah, Afiqah and Yuanyuan. Okay we went there and go to library, just because we want the air con. Halfway, there's Chestnut boys. Acting so childish, wanna take picture of them. Wanna the? And still, have the guts to talk about us -.- Meet Lutfiyati, Amirah and Eka. Oh well, I miss them so much :) Seniors right. It's been so long. Nehh, now at home, hope by at night, soccer ball will be at there, can play soccer. So hyper just because wanting to play soccer, no, not so hyper. Bored. Nobody wants to slack. What's this? Bored much. Okay! Now I got idea of what to write. Let me write something to my fucking haters that are jealous cause of my mum :) let me write in malay, cause not in the mood to write english. sorry people :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;hey you.&lt;br /&gt;kau kalau tak suka mak aku, tak perlu nak spread rumours k. kau fikir dengan cara kau gitu, orang akan suka kau? kirim salam suda kay. kau umur da tua, masih nak gossip?? jangan jadi kental ah, aku tak heran laa ngan kau -.- kau nak carik pasal, biar betul-betul ok. jangan belakang-belakang, nak burukkan nama mak aku? tak dapat uh makcik. Kirim salam suda. Kau tengok, kau besar tak besar wa tak goyang. satu hari lu mesti kena dari wa.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Adios! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-7917295744386242911?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/7917295744386242911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/07/sup-asshole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/7917295744386242911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/7917295744386242911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/07/sup-asshole.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-psMBiP_z8t0/TigDL1OjiNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Onywt8Th8J0/s72-c/34909_1145176604841_1690311697_281942_4831409_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702630251123249671.post-6121156749051324292</id><published>2011-07-17T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T23:41:39.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You sure?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9zCVTpLogJ0/TiPRLb8fYhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ROcg5URAKXs/s1600/273159_2165625827665_1457224753_2400708_4457381_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9zCVTpLogJ0/TiPRLb8fYhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ROcg5URAKXs/s640/273159_2165625827665_1457224753_2400708_4457381_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hello!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Did a new blog to forget the stupid stuff's. Hehe. Let me starts with my new post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My martial art group has a fight, so I went to support them! :D Shout and shout like hell. Till right now, I had no much of voice ): I love it. Waiting for next Saturday ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Coughing was rabak. Bored right now. Still have not bathe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wish me to keep updating peep's. Gottogo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702630251123249671-6121156749051324292?l=natashalyonne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/feeds/6121156749051324292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/6121156749051324292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702630251123249671/posts/default/6121156749051324292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashalyonne.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='You sure?'/><author><name>Sharminnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223113929872269913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzy0L3Dsuds/TlAqZV-wh7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fjy2-FdNFcU/s220/DSCF9483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9zCVTpLogJ0/TiPRLb8fYhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ROcg5URAKXs/s72-c/273159_2165625827665_1457224753_2400708_4457381_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
