<?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-2793634385963177691</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:53:16.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaquana</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loshini13.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793634385963177691/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loshini13.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shaquana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05561077996903293263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_L-kLqRrH7zA/SDzynQR2BiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CkHN1OiNS7c/S220/24207390255413l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793634385963177691.post-8836383102740712043</id><published>2008-12-05T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:32:41.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~ A ShOrt StoRy~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); 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She was having a difficult night as she was crying the whole miserable day as she have to be apart from him.. She wished that she cud make their farewell as a happy one.. but unfortunately she was not able to do it.. She cudnt makeup her face no matter how hard she tried also.. They were at the guy's house for a while and after few minutes joined their frens who were talking in Emerald Park.. how she wished that she cud fill the gap by talking to him every single second.. but she failed as her heart was filled wit sadness.. She was speechless.. She kept recalling all the moments that she had spent in Melaka.. the road where she's walking on.. She was happy to walk beside him and wished that she cud be right beside him till the day she goes back to her hometown.. but wishes dont always come true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reached at Emerald Park and joined their frens.. there, each and every1 are told to tell their love stories.. She told hers.. n he told his... At that moment, she really told herself dat she hopes dat he wont regret for taking her as his partner as he admired many gals but he choosed her... It was a bit hurting to hear his stories but she was still glad to have him.. Night goes on and every1 went back for the next day's preparation.. She was telling to her heart.. "Please dun ask me to go back.. please dun ask me to go back.." Unfortunately.. he asked her to take gud rest.. she went with disappoinment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was sitting in her room helplessly.. Donno wat to do.. The phone rang.. "yes!! my honey calling".. Dats is wat she thought.. He told her dat he will come and c her in a while.. She went down and waited outside her fren's hse 4 him.. He called and told dat he is coming tmoro.. Filled with disappoinment she went back to her room n cudnt stop crying.. She was crying the whole while.. Then she decided to go to sfc.. As she closed her room door, he called.. he wanted to meet her.. she went down n waited 4 him in sfc.. "faster da.. faster da..." He was there.. she felt so happy seeing him.. They had a slow walk around ep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln11"&gt;He held her n she wished he wud neve let it go.. Practically he was doing all the talking.. as she was speechless.. she misses him so much.. She cudnt take their apartness.. She doesnt know how he felt but she was totally not herself.. They were walking around n then he send her back to EP.. She felt like asking him for his permission if she cud spent the whole nite wit him.. but she din have the heart to trouble him like dat.. She went back to her room unwillingly... She sat there.. doing nothing.. Wishing he was beside her.. Crying the whole day.. Wishing that he will not go back the next day.. but there's nothing much dat she can do if he was suppose to go back on dat day itself.. if onli he celebrated his mother's birthday on 24th..:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; 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&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln16"&gt;Their beginning starts with a sweet love story.. n will end in a great marriage..&lt;br /&gt;She will be waiting 4 dat moment.. she hopes dat he will too..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="ln17"&gt;she loves him with all her heart..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln18"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dats a promise...&lt;/span&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/2793634385963177691-8836383102740712043?l=loshini13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loshini13.blogspot.com/feeds/8836383102740712043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793634385963177691&amp;postID=8836383102740712043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793634385963177691/posts/default/8836383102740712043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793634385963177691/posts/default/8836383102740712043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loshini13.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-true-story-about-couples-who.html' title='~~ A ShOrt StoRy~~'/><author><name>Shaquana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05561077996903293263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_L-kLqRrH7zA/SDzynQR2BiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CkHN1OiNS7c/S220/24207390255413l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L-kLqRrH7zA/STlfmRMuJ_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/HSF7ne-xuvk/s72-c/bluedanube11aa0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793634385963177691.post-3186436537389355405</id><published>2008-08-14T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:53:50.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~~ SeVen Is HeAVen ~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I read dis article long time ago... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n it is very meaningful.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's worth reading u noe.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 golden tips... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;find out by urself...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRUST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trust is a very important factor for all relationships. When trust is broken, it is the end of the relationship. Lack of trust leads to suspicion, suspicion generates anger, anger causes enmity and enmity may result in separation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A telephone operator told me that one day she received a phone call. She answered, "Public Utilities Board. "There was silence. She repeated, "PUB." There was still no answer. When she was going to cut off the line, she heard a lady's voice, "Oh, so this is PUB. Sorry, I got the number from my Husband's pocket but I do not know whose number it is."Without mutual trust, just imagine what will happen to the couple if the telephone operator answered with just "hello" instead of "PUB".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO POINTING FINGERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A man asked his father-in-law, "Many people praised you for a successful marriage. Could you please share with me your secret?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The father-in-law answered in a smile, "Never criticize your wife for her shortcomings or when she does something wrong. Always bear in mind that because of her shortcomings and weaknesses, she could not find a better husband than you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We all look forward to being loved and respected. Many people are afraid of losing face. Generally, when a person makes a mistake, he would look around to find a scapegoat to point the finger at. This is the start of a war. We should always remember that when we point one finger at a person, the other four fingers are pointing at ourselves. If we forgive the others, others will ignore our mistake too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CREATING PERFECT RELATIONSHIPS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A person visited the government matchmaker for marriage, SDU, and requested &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I am looking for a spouse. Please help me to find a suitable one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The SDU officer said, "Your requirements, please." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Oh, good looking, polite, humorous, sporty, knowledgeable, good in singing and dancing. Willing to accompany me the whole day at home during my leisure hour, if I don't go out. Telling me interesting stories when I need companion for conversation and be silent when I want to rest." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The officer listened carefully and replied, "I understand you need television."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is a saying that a perfect match can only be found between a blind wife and a deaf husband, because the blind wife cannot see the faults of the husband and the deaf husband cannot hear the nagging of the wife. Many couples are blind and deaf at the courting stage and dream of perpetual perfect relationship. Unfortunately, when the excitement of love wears off, they wake up and discover that marriage is not a bed of roses. The nightmare begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO OVERPOWERING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many relationships fail because one party tries to overpower another, or demands too much. People in love tend to think that love will conquer all and their spouses will change the bad habits after marriage. Actually, this is not the case. There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that "It is easier to reshape a mountain or a river than a person's character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"It is not easy to change. Thus, having high expectation on changing the spouse character will cause disappointment and unpleasantness.It would be less painful to change ourselves and lower our expectations..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIGHT SPEECH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"A speech will either prosper or ruin a nation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many relationships break off because of wrong speech.When a couple is too close with each other, we always forget mutual respect and courtesy. We may say anything without considering if it would hurt the other party. A friend and her millionaire husband visited their construction site. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A worker who wore a helmet saw her and shouted, "Hi, Emily! Remember me? We used to date in the secondary school." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the way home, her millionaire husband teased her, "Luckily you married me. Otherwise you will be the wife of a construction worker." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She answered, "You should appreciate that you married me. Otherwise, he will be the millionaire and not you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Frequently exchanging these remarks plants the seed for a bad relationship. It's like a broken egg - cannot be reversed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PERSONAL PERCEPTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Different people have different perception. One man's meat could be another man's poison. A couple bought a donkey from the market. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the way home,a boy commented, "Very stupid. Why neither of them ride on the donkey?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Upon hearing that, the husband let the wife ride on the donkey. He walked besides them. Later, an old man saw it and commented, "The husband is the head of family. How can the wife ride on the donkey while the husband is on foot?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hearing this, the wife quickly got down and let the husband ride on the donkey. Further on the way home, they met an old Lady. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She commented, "How can the man ride on the donkey and let the wife walk. He is no gentleman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The husband thus quickly asked the wife to join him on the donkey. Then, they met a young man. He commented, "Poor donkey, how can you hold up the weight of two persons. They are cruel to you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hearing that, the husband and wife immediately climbed down from the donkey and carried it on their shoulders.It seems to be the only choice left. Later, on a narrow bridge, the donkey was frightened and struggled. They lost their balance and fell into the river. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can never have everyone praise you, nor will everyone condemn you. Never in the past, not at present, and never will be in the future.Thus, do not be too bothered by others words if our conscience is clear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BE PATIENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a true story which happened in the States. A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck. The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment.When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital. Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the boy woke up from the surgery &amp;amp; saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, " Daddy,I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The father went home &amp;amp; committed suicide. Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet or you wish to take revenge. Think first before you lose your patience with someone you love. Trucks can be repaired.. Broken bones &amp;amp; hurt feelings often can't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge.People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.&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/2793634385963177691-3186436537389355405?l=loshini13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loshini13.blogspot.com/feeds/3186436537389355405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793634385963177691&amp;postID=3186436537389355405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793634385963177691/posts/default/3186436537389355405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793634385963177691/posts/default/3186436537389355405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loshini13.blogspot.com/2008/08/seven-is-heaven.html' title='~~ SeVen Is HeAVen ~~'/><author><name>Shaquana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05561077996903293263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_L-kLqRrH7zA/SDzynQR2BiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CkHN1OiNS7c/S220/24207390255413l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793634385963177691.post-1120522279466260023</id><published>2008-06-03T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:07:01.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...TRutH oF LiFe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wat will u do if the only person who can make u stop crying is the person who make u cry?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;how to make someone understand what ur up 2 even if u have given endless clues to them??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;how 2 prove to some1 dat u actually understand what they are going through??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;how to get use of being not bothered by ur closed once??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;how to stop getting addicted to sum1??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;how to stop missing??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;how to act cool??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HOW TO!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;why is it when someone try to express their words, it all ends up in a wrong way..?? sometimes it is juz so difficult to tell someone that is close to you how you feel about them.. how you want things to change.. how u need them so much.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But why dont some people just get it? why cant they understand how it feels to be without them?? How to make them listen and understand?? At one moments they will say ('i understand u.. i promise i wont do that again').. but the next day the same thing happens again.. how long can someone be patient? Million times feelings have been revealed.. but it is all VAIN.. WASTE.. WORTHLESS.. what should be done??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;sometimes i wonder if i am matured enough to face the world.. i have so many questions in my mind.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;some which have been answered left hurting in myself.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;a part of it which have been answered gives joy to myself.. and some left unanswered.. sometimes i just feel like throwing away everything that is causing sadness in my life.. but can i throw everything?? i might say but i wouldnt take a chance.. there is a reason for all this.. sooner or later i will know.. it is just the matter of time.. good or bad.. u juz have to wait.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;sacrifaction for certain people may not worth now.. it may seem like a waste.. like ur not being appreciated.. (gosh.. it hurts) but later they might understand and they would appreciate.. hopefully.. i will be waiting.. people say that patience pays.. i hope it does in my case.. coz im not patient and i have never been dis patient in my life.. wat can i say.. dats &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shaquana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... truth of life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i dont know the purpose of me posting this but juz thought that it would be useful for someone.. somewhere.. somehow.. just wish that someone will understand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i told u earlier im gonna crap.. now that i have poured all in this post.. im gonna get a peaceful sleep and rest my eyes... may god give me a good rest.. om shanti.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793634385963177691-1120522279466260023?l=loshini13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loshini13.blogspot.com/feeds/1120522279466260023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793634385963177691&amp;postID=1120522279466260023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793634385963177691/posts/default/1120522279466260023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793634385963177691/posts/default/1120522279466260023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loshini13.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-to.html' title='...TRutH oF LiFe...'/><author><name>Shaquana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05561077996903293263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_L-kLqRrH7zA/SDzynQR2BiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CkHN1OiNS7c/S220/24207390255413l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793634385963177691.post-3167630098349766419</id><published>2008-05-29T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T00:00:08.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MiSsiNG MelAKa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;It has been five days since i came back home from melaka.. i am still missing all the moments that i spent in melaka.. it's just that everything that i do reminds me of what i used to do there.. i miss my daddy(Bob).. i din even get the chance to meet him before i go back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;how sad.. (sorry daddy).. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330000;"&gt;Half of my IT frens will be doing their degree in Cyber.. so i will be meeting them there.. but another half will be in melaka.. unfortunately i cudnt do much.. i can't wait to go to melaka and pay them a visit.. especially sesh HONEY, maniiram KEDEKUT, banu BABI and BAE arun.. (hehehe..no offense ah u guys...:p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330000;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-kLqRrH7zA/SD-eIAR2BlI/AAAAAAAAAAo/K9XEDJw-EIk/s1600-h/100_0902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206053554614568530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="257" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-kLqRrH7zA/SD-eIAR2BlI/AAAAAAAAAAo/K9XEDJw-EIk/s320/100_0902.JPG" width="406" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our farewell in Taman Rekreasi in Melaka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-25th May 2008-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;oh ya.. i havent even unpack my stuffs that i brought from there.. my mum keep asking me to unpack all those stuffs and im like "ok mum i will" and the next minute "i'll just begin tmoro".. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;i better start doing it!&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/2793634385963177691-3167630098349766419?l=loshini13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loshini13.blogspot.com/feeds/3167630098349766419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793634385963177691&amp;postID=3167630098349766419' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793634385963177691/posts/default/3167630098349766419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793634385963177691/posts/default/3167630098349766419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loshini13.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-has-been-five-days-since-i-came-back.html' title='MiSsiNG MelAKa...'/><author><name>Shaquana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05561077996903293263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_L-kLqRrH7zA/SDzynQR2BiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CkHN1OiNS7c/S220/24207390255413l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L-kLqRrH7zA/SD-eIAR2BlI/AAAAAAAAAAo/K9XEDJw-EIk/s72-c/100_0902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793634385963177691.post-2701227444139284305</id><published>2008-05-27T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T23:25:48.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CoUnTDOwN bEGINs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At last i started blogging! i have been waiting for my war of finals to over so dat i can start blogging.. and now here i am.. The reason i really eager to blog is because i consider myself good in expressing myself through words.. My diary used to company me but as time goes on.. i kept my diary aside..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From now on, whenever i feel lonely, my blog will be there for me.. To be frank, i dont always express my feelings to anyone.. i prefer to keep it to myself.. Only in certain situation i will tell someone that i think worth telling.. I know it's not good.. But from now on i dont have to worry.. through blogging i can express my unexpressed fellings.. which i kept in myself for thousand and thousand of years... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Um....Okey.. i think i have just started crapping.. and i will continue crapping as loooong as i want! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The countdown begins...:p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please feel free to visit my blog and  leave some comments.. Im a beginner so i might need some advice from seniors..&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/2793634385963177691-2701227444139284305?l=loshini13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loshini13.blogspot.com/feeds/2701227444139284305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2793634385963177691&amp;postID=2701227444139284305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793634385963177691/posts/default/2701227444139284305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793634385963177691/posts/default/2701227444139284305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loshini13.blogspot.com/2008/05/countdown-begins.html' title='CoUnTDOwN bEGINs...'/><author><name>Shaquana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05561077996903293263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_L-kLqRrH7zA/SDzynQR2BiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CkHN1OiNS7c/S220/24207390255413l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
