<?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-3439728148077299186</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:26:53.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My path life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardanchor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3439728148077299186/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardanchor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>a lil cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076501761097242411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439728148077299186.post-8599549789240477069</id><published>2009-02-15T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T05:51:23.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you said move on where do i go</title><content type='html'>i cant believe you eventhough you are my best friend . my tears fall down one by one .&lt;br /&gt;every bullet of your word have kill me inside.&lt;br /&gt;every touch of your hand that stab me ,&lt;br /&gt;every sight that you stare on me will make me such a fool ,&lt;br /&gt;everyh single thing on you  anyway will be the disaster for me , soon , later or in any moment .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because every beautiful things in you  turn to a worst nightmare for me after you forgot yourself.&lt;br /&gt;you are acid that would tear my skin out , and  you are  pallalette that will cure my wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you are my grave when im dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3439728148077299186-8599549789240477069?l=awkwardanchor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardanchor.blogspot.com/feeds/8599549789240477069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3439728148077299186&amp;postID=8599549789240477069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3439728148077299186/posts/default/8599549789240477069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3439728148077299186/posts/default/8599549789240477069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardanchor.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-said-move-on-where-do-i-go.html' title='you said move on where do i go'/><author><name>a lil cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076501761097242411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439728148077299186.post-7473842136060020473</id><published>2008-09-12T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:06:03.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DARI MANE NAMA "ELECTRIC" DATANG</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orang Melayu dikatakan mengambil perkataan ELEKTRIK daripada perkataan Inggeris yang juga ELECTRIC. Tetapi yang sebenarnya, ELECTRIC itu diambil dari perkataan Melayu campur Inggeris.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ceritanya… . Pada suatu masa dulu selepas setahun Thomas Edison mencipta lampu, saintis tidak pernah terfikir memberi nama kuasa yang menyebabkan lampu itu hidup. Jadi, entah macam mana semasa lampu mula-mula hendak diperkenalkan di Tanah Melayu, ada seorang Melayu yang bernama Kulup Kalimantang mati-mati tidak percaya pada hasil ciptaan Thomas Edison itu. Semasa demonstrasi diadakan oleh Thomas di Tanah Melayu untuk memperkenalkan lampu itu, Kulup Kalimantang pun berkata dengan kuat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Ele..trick aje tu… ele..trick aje… ele trick!”. ( Bermaksud tipu )&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thomas Edison berfikir Kulup berkata begitu kerana mengatakan lampu menyala disebabkan oleh kuasa “ele..trick” . Jadi digunakanlah perkataan “ELE..TRICK” yang dieja ELECTRIC mengikut ejaan orang putih. Sebagai mengingati jasa Kulup Kalimantang menamakan kuasa ELECTRIC itu, maka diciptalah sejenis lampu panjang yang dinamakan lampu kalimantang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3439728148077299186-7473842136060020473?l=awkwardanchor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardanchor.blogspot.com/feeds/7473842136060020473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3439728148077299186&amp;postID=7473842136060020473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3439728148077299186/posts/default/7473842136060020473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3439728148077299186/posts/default/7473842136060020473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardanchor.blogspot.com/2008/09/dari-mane-nama-electric-datang.html' title='DARI MANE NAMA &quot;ELECTRIC&quot; DATANG'/><author><name>a lil cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076501761097242411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439728148077299186.post-8480720796131884096</id><published>2008-09-12T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T08:04:58.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IKLAN TERDESAK HAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lawak2u.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/terdesak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lawak2u.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/terdesak.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3439728148077299186-8480720796131884096?l=awkwardanchor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardanchor.blogspot.com/feeds/8480720796131884096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3439728148077299186&amp;postID=8480720796131884096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3439728148077299186/posts/default/8480720796131884096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3439728148077299186/posts/default/8480720796131884096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardanchor.blogspot.com/2008/09/iklan-terdesak-haha.html' title='IKLAN TERDESAK HAHA'/><author><name>a lil cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076501761097242411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439728148077299186.post-2083099156774951332</id><published>2008-09-12T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T08:03:19.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SITI TIRU PATUNG CINA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lawak2u.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/ct1pl8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lawak2u.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/ct1pl8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076501761097242411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439728148077299186.post-5645409117999261418</id><published>2008-09-12T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T08:02:01.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CARA NK RECYCLE JUSCO PLASTIK BAG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a658.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/97/l_319f6721cd6a8dbc000dd2f9def77a09.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://a658.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/97/l_319f6721cd6a8dbc000dd2f9def77a09.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a518.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/82/l_17b359beb5138c1a2e18d922060b91cd.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://a518.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/82/l_17b359beb5138c1a2e18d922060b91cd.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3439728148077299186-5645409117999261418?l=awkwardanchor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardanchor.blogspot.com/feeds/5645409117999261418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3439728148077299186&amp;postID=5645409117999261418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3439728148077299186/posts/default/5645409117999261418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3439728148077299186/posts/default/5645409117999261418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardanchor.blogspot.com/2008/09/cara-nk-recycle-jusco-plastik-bag.html' title='CARA NK RECYCLE JUSCO PLASTIK BAG'/><author><name>a lil cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076501761097242411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439728148077299186.post-7321824021270809702</id><published>2008-09-08T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T07:28:25.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate my A2 friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sorry if u look at my very-very so-called cool tittle. i didnt wish it would come this way , but i have to , i have to tell somthing , i wont like to see your fucking baby face and stare at me. okay . i mean ur baby sympathy face, and like u want some thing from me so bad ly. awwww, shit what am i doing.huh, u want to do anything to get close with me? just do ! including ur fucking baby face wanting for sympathy , and it wont work out that way . or in other word , it wont make me feel pity tobefriending with you.or it never happen. as usually u use your trick to trapt me with your fucking face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;stop that a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;. u are only think for ur self.non of them understand you , but u want us to understand you, and we have to check up our very best vocab to understand what  strange language are u using for ! what such u ha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;u are fake.obvious!!! u are fake to be kind , polite, and friendly . ahhh that is ur mask. hey throw away ur bad behave lar. yes  i dont have a right to get u chnage into a very perfectfull person for me , thats what we called "selfish for thinking own feeling" now ,  just dont interupt in mylife , i wont ruin ur life , so , dont ever try to get closse to me,MY HEART  WONT OPEN FOR YOU . mybe its not the rite time.just understand , it last for you to understand. or i will accept you if u go away from me, mybe that time to regret my cold feeling towards you . if you want a friend then go , if you dont want a friend  i let GOD know to get you into hell. friend is not like one stop station when you get tired or what ever, friend is astationwhich make u happy and make them happy , it mean happy station. thats all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3439728148077299186-7321824021270809702?l=awkwardanchor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardanchor.blogspot.com/feeds/7321824021270809702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3439728148077299186&amp;postID=7321824021270809702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3439728148077299186/posts/default/7321824021270809702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3439728148077299186/posts/default/7321824021270809702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardanchor.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hate-my-a2-friend.html' title='i hate my A2 friend'/><author><name>a lil cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076501761097242411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439728148077299186.post-5967483634405656259</id><published>2008-07-22T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T03:17:34.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hardest Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dont wish it for my life,&lt;br /&gt;i never ask God to give it,&lt;br /&gt;it came by itself,&lt;br /&gt;and i will not  blame to all this kind of life as i face it untill then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i accept mylife as it be,&lt;br /&gt;but i thought it is perfect,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much thorn on road ,&lt;br /&gt;i walk until the end,&lt;br /&gt;i face it,&lt;br /&gt;my blood running bleed,&lt;br /&gt;i stop thinking where is the end,&lt;br /&gt;and i know i never find the END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it come for my heart,&lt;br /&gt;i need help,&lt;br /&gt;i want for that,&lt;br /&gt;i shout it loud for a HELP,&lt;br /&gt;but no one could hear it ,&lt;br /&gt;because i say it in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;people couldnt find  me,&lt;br /&gt;people couldnt reach me,&lt;br /&gt;they dont see me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to get out of this mud,&lt;br /&gt;a mud that full of  stuck,&lt;br /&gt;its really hard for me to get through of it,&lt;br /&gt;im live nothing,&lt;br /&gt;i have no one,&lt;br /&gt;im leaving all in this  earth with only me,&lt;br /&gt;all those people like  a doll,&lt;br /&gt;the doll that only decorate the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3439728148077299186-5967483634405656259?l=awkwardanchor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardanchor.blogspot.com/feeds/5967483634405656259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3439728148077299186&amp;postID=5967483634405656259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3439728148077299186/posts/default/5967483634405656259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3439728148077299186/posts/default/5967483634405656259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkwardanchor.blogspot.com/2008/07/hardest-time.html' title='The Hardest Time'/><author><name>a lil cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076501761097242411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439728148077299186.post-7724665949434716146</id><published>2008-07-02T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T03:25:18.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AYESHA'S bad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a397.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/128/l_e4bba26dafcb7e78cefc88f80790319c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://a397.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/128/l_e4bba26dafcb7e78cefc88f80790319c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;budak ni biol sikit. nk tau sbb ape?&lt;br /&gt;meh aku cita meh, haa ari ni , aku turung rehat, mkn ngn farah dpt pulak nasi goreng ayam mrah, fuh hingga menjilat2 , sedap wo. mase aku dah abis mkn, si murni plak dtg nk mkn, die mkn lmbt so aku buat bodo je, pastu aku nk beli jmbu,die kate"Weyh! kau nk pgi mane tunggu aaa aku !" dgn nada yg kuat dan ketakutan akan ditingglkn, so aku ckp laa aku nk bli jmbu. so murni pon okay je a dgn  tgk muke aku yg JEMBU nih. hahaha, taks emena mena , aku pg tinggl kn murni mkn sorg , pdn muka dia, jahat aku. hahahaha. lepas tu aku ngn fara mahu ke koperasi, aku sudah melihat iqa dn konco²nya dan ayesha juga.teteiba  iqa meng-hoi aku. die pikir aku tknmpk k die yg kecik tu? aku nmpk,nthen aku ckp nk pg koperasi nk bli roti ,  selepas selesai disitu aku pergi ke iqa dan ayesha dan konco nya, aku brckp2 aja laah, teteibe aku ingin sanagt mengusik teteknya ayesha, aku usik secare terkujat bak elektrik, dan ayesha pon mnjerit bagaikn kena sawan babi yang comel. dan aku usik lagi, ayesha memarahi aku, die kate aku ni bodo, aku mmg bodo pon kadang, selpas itu die menyilang tangnnya kerna tkut aku cuit tetek nya. aku gelak disitu kerna sukaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3439728148077299186-7724665949434716146?l=awkwardanchor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardanchor.blogspot.com/feeds/7724665949434716146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3439728148077299186&amp;postID=7724665949434716146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3439728148077299186/posts/default/7724665949434716146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2006/358/2/3/lonely____by_L_L_P.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hope dangles on a string&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Like slow spinning redemption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Winding in and winding out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; The shine of it has caught my eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And roped me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; So, mesmerizing,and so hypnotizing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I am captivated,I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Vindicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I am selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I am wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I am right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I swear I'm right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Swear I knew it all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And I am flawed, but I am cleaning up so well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i dont knw where im gonna to start with , i just nk luah kt blog yg kaku  bak batu ni, aku rse aku very down the hill,&lt;br /&gt;people all around me press me down,i felt like lose my bf(not officially), even my "all time be " friend. i felt so ensitive. but its true.i will confess that the thing i do.but i also will make a various way to pull the assume away from me.it had happen. my head was messy.&lt;br /&gt;why should i??&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for that . we cant make it again unless we want. in this world there is no chance after  second try .if you didnt say that 'word' our friendshp will not collapse jst like that.and..you gave me the answer that come from your heart while you say u just wnt to be friend with me like usual.and i didnt say anything. enough said , that you are very clever.aftr 5 month?&lt;br /&gt;huh..you are  nothing with fair ! youre not fair at all. dont think tht way. youre a very fair person , in such a relationship, but between your friend and your friend, you are not fair at all actly .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna say :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you love your friendship because of you like them , or,&lt;br /&gt;you like your friendship because of you love them ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repeat the word again untill you understand , that is not the sme meaning , if you cant make yourslef understand with those word, screw up, your cant understand what are friendship's mean.&lt;br /&gt;ask your own sister !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear from ;&lt;br /&gt;karad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3439728148077299186-4158699304676104821?l=awkwardanchor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardanchor.blogspot.com/feeds/4158699304676104821/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439728148077299186.post-2190646502874557306</id><published>2008-04-08T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T08:15:24.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my bestest firend</title><content type='html'>the a's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is something to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;But for me that's not the case&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't feel I need to keep&lt;br /&gt;Something that can't be erased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure of what I have&lt;br /&gt;Cause with you I have no doubt&lt;br /&gt;For what we've built, can't ever fail&lt;br /&gt;It's what I care about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to describe&lt;br /&gt;This thing that we share&lt;br /&gt;Especially when there's nothing else&lt;br /&gt;That ever could compare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others always know&lt;br /&gt;That together we will be&lt;br /&gt;For there can never be another&lt;br /&gt;"a1 and a2"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two words, known all over&lt;br /&gt;Might as well be one&lt;br /&gt;Cause without a a2, there is no a1&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, it just can't be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you're the "U", and I'm the "S"&lt;br /&gt;And forever that will be&lt;br /&gt;Cause together we make "US", and so&lt;br /&gt;YOU COMPLETE ME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3439728148077299186-2190646502874557306?l=awkwardanchor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkwardanchor.blogspot.com/feeds/2190646502874557306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3439728148077299186&amp;postID=2190646502874557306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the a's :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the curlyhair S:)&lt;br /&gt;the specky B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you,&lt;br /&gt;damn much&lt;br /&gt;an empty hearts ,&lt;br /&gt;an empty speak,&lt;br /&gt;the sudden of time will change,&lt;br /&gt;ill let you go,&lt;br /&gt;but coming back for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why i love you,&lt;br /&gt;our laughs,&lt;br /&gt;our cries,&lt;br /&gt;our talks,&lt;br /&gt;just like a moon,&lt;br /&gt;happy to see,&lt;br /&gt;lost in 1 blink eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;real friend,&lt;br /&gt;we on the sea-saw,&lt;br /&gt;playing with fun,&lt;br /&gt;with our hands up in the air,&lt;br /&gt;shout for real happiness,&lt;br /&gt;no matter what will happn ,&lt;br /&gt;we wont fall down:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pelik:karad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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