<?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-6948261997731624561</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:19:43.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-=-=-=-ChoMbEe_KaOri-=-=-=-</title><subtitle type='html'>Shared between two people in love.
One in cloud nine.
The other.
Blur as hell.Alwayz.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SyiraKhai</name><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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948261997731624561.post-7139114703238239236</id><published>2009-05-23T02:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T02:22:23.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just miss the old clumsy syira!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0IV1NwLPuY/ShbtGClJIQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_CcGd84MtN0/s1600-h/s728237949_979225_4327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338715096321958146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0IV1NwLPuY/ShbtGClJIQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_CcGd84MtN0/s400/s728237949_979225_4327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a long time never update bout us..today 23/5/09 0200hrs&lt;br /&gt;On friday special syira like to listen mysteri jam 12.she really looking foward to tis program and willing to listen no matter wat..12midnite the show will start and i will count down for 30min and she will fall asleep..haiz...i realise she turning 23yrs old getting old so the body system not so strong..she not like me and qistina we like to drink milk..hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She being busy with her skool work as usual teachers..she willing to give me some her ime to be with me..i really happy with it..but sometime rite i pity also..but sometimes rite she take advancestage.hehe..it okey..u my lover..i have love u inside my heart bayb!although my eyes wonder around but my heart and soul belong to u!love you so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will try my best to get a stable job..da ur dad bahase kan i..takpe..i cant force to be rich or wat..when time come i will start to do praying..insyallah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not matter what happend i will be strong with you...be my drug syg!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you always...muack!!!Muack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948261997731624561-7139114703238239236?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/7139114703238239236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6948261997731624561&amp;postID=7139114703238239236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/7139114703238239236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/7139114703238239236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-just-miss-old-clumsy-syira.html' title='i just miss the old clumsy syira!'/><author><name>SyiraKhai</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0IV1NwLPuY/ShbtGClJIQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_CcGd84MtN0/s72-c/s728237949_979225_4327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948261997731624561.post-1765685659220978745</id><published>2008-11-10T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:51:52.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The loss of a life</title><content type='html'>How funny it is that the loss of our beloved pet has stir up alot of emotions in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we have a baby lovebird which we call Rocky.He was really a fine lad i tell you. When we first got him, he was only a month old. He didnt even noe how to swallow properly.But aniways, he was our joy. When i called him, i would be asking what is the bird doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then come this fateful night when we were fighting. He just finish feeding him and was patting him. (He didnt burp.Are they suppose to??). Somehow, we ended up having a very bad conversation that lead to him throwing the poor little soul on the floor. Mind you, he didnt even know how to fly. I was freaking shock and amazed as to how aggressive he could be, venting his anger to the poor bird. Without hesitation, i picked the poor thing up, went up to him and punched his back. Nothing can be worse to what i was feeling at that moment. He dont deserve to be thrown on the floor and i will never forgive him for that. (Dont worry, still love you though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes later, Rocky was already limping. So we went to the avian vet and got him checked out. He had a blood clot at the leg and was given medication. He was really feeling unwell the next few days without any ounce of energy or appetite. But it was such a short lived relief when he was starting to get better and wasnt limping animore. I remembered the few days before it died, he was walking around the couch area, looking so happy. Until that day when he suddenly went vege again and we brought him to the vet again. This time, it was not only the swollen leg but he couldnt open his eyes. The words the doc said really set mi hart pumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Im sorry but he looks like a really sick bird to me. You really have to be prepared for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really holding back mi tears and fears man. He was given antibiotics after the consultation and we were really praying hard that he will pull thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before he died, he was really very active. We were getting optimistic cos he was getting to his usual self. The very next morn, bf called and said that Rocky is suddenly too sick to even have a spoonful of his food. Minutes after that, he died. Somehow, while i was having mi shower and getting donned to go to his place to take a look at Rocky, I have the strangest feeling that im unable to take a look at him alive for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF said he died while BF was holding him in his hands. He chirped for the last time and stayed quiet with his eyes half open. There was tears rolling down the face of the poor soul. Maybe it was trying hard to stay alive since morn and wanted to see bf for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt stop crying upon reaching his place and buried Rocky there after. Its funny how a small bird could stir up so many emotions that i didnt know i had for him. Every time i look at the big empty cage and the toys that was actually for him lying around, tears will start to well up in my eyes. Sob2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the cage is converted into another lovely home for Princess, our new lovebird. Shes older and easier to take care of. She is exactly the same colour as Rocky and as noisy as when we first got him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you rest in peace, Rocky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948261997731624561-1765685659220978745?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/1765685659220978745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6948261997731624561&amp;postID=1765685659220978745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/1765685659220978745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/1765685659220978745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/2008/11/loss-of-life.html' title='The loss of a life'/><author><name>SyiraKhai</name><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-6948261997731624561.post-417302224884500542</id><published>2008-10-31T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T13:04:45.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO MATTER WHAT I STILL LOVE YOU</title><content type='html'>FINALLY  I COMPLETE MT STUDIES FOR 2YRS N 6MTH..WHAT A LONG JOURNEY....&lt;br /&gt;PAST FEW DAYS OUR RELATIONSHIP HAVE STUCK WITH MINOR  PROBLEM N BECOME BIG PROBLEM..I THE ONE ALWAYS MAKE BIG HUUHAAA..HEHEHE,I ALWAY AS MYSELF SHE THE ONE AND ONLY IN MY HEART..NO MATTER WAT HAPPEND  TO US I STILL FORGIV HER..COZ I NOE EVERY PPL IN TIS WORLD IS NOT BORN TO BE PREFECT..LIFE PART OF PUZZLE.NOW MY NEXT TARGET TO GET SERIOUS CAREER BY END OF TIS MONTH N SUPPORT MY FAMILY N HER IN THE FUTURE..BAYBAY I LOVE U SO MUCH NO MATTER WAT HAPPEND OKEY..PLS STOP SAYING ALL THE STUPIT THING OR BAD FEEBACK DAT REALLY HURT MY FEELING..U NOE I REALLY FRAGILE RITE?HEHHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVELY CUTEY BAAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948261997731624561-417302224884500542?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/417302224884500542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6948261997731624561&amp;postID=417302224884500542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/417302224884500542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/417302224884500542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-matter-what-i-still-love-you.html' title='NO MATTER WHAT I STILL LOVE YOU'/><author><name>SyiraKhai</name><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-6948261997731624561.post-1422389008667174807</id><published>2008-10-20T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:35:44.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Life</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful time it has been since Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly i was accepted to join the teaching force (after soooooooOOooooo much hartache and tears and sweat). All the prayers and the determination paid off..alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates of us, we are now happily together. Sure there are fights and all that but i couldn't repel away from the relationship no matter how hard i tried. He's all that i have. My entertainment, my joker (which includes the evil tricks as well), my light at the end of the tunnel and my beating bag. Nyeheh. His familia visited my house during Raya and boy was i slapped in the face. I finally realised that this is one of the step to..... My gosh, i am getting old. Marriage was not in my priority list and recently i was thinking of how much i need to save for marriage! M-A-R-R-I-A-G-E. Now that's a word that ive been avoiding like a live roach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And o ya. We have a new addition to the family. He's a lovebird. Truly small and magnificient. The reason being he makes us go to all extend to really take care of him. He makes us talk and act funny as well. You see, he's just 2 months old and all the fur is still growing in process. He needs to be handfed and given dark and warm accomodation. He is still learning to walk properly. But thanks to someone, he was thrown from the hand to the floor without any fault of his. Totally heartbreaking to see a little creature like him got abused like that. Right B???? i shall make the abuser as guilty as possible. Before i forget, this special baby that we have is named Rocky. Don't ask me why the name is as such. Made us think funny too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, life has been good to me so far but like the life of a stockbreaker (that includes you Lehmann), there are good and bad times. Lets hope that this will last long enough to make the bad times good as well. Lets stop here before i go crapping further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to go back to school before i go braindead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948261997731624561-1422389008667174807?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/1422389008667174807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6948261997731624561&amp;postID=1422389008667174807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/1422389008667174807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/1422389008667174807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/2008/10/blessed-life.html' title='Blessed Life'/><author><name>SyiraKhai</name><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-6948261997731624561.post-6878893576810235310</id><published>2008-09-22T10:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:38:41.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just me or is....</title><content type='html'>Phew! What a weekend! In both good and bad ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, my cousin, her boyfriend, my boyfriend and me were breaking fast at New Hawa Restaurant &amp;amp; Cafe (crappy) at the Waterloo Branch. For those who are unaware of what the place is about, it is "Singapore's First Halal Authentic Steamboat" that is sure to tantalise your taste buds. My a**, they should really change to "Ripping Your Patience And Make You Swear in this blessed Ramadan month".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we stepped into the restaurant, the makcik over the counter was already nagging to us about the reservation that was cancelled which took up i think only 20% of the whole place. The place is not big, mind you. Which was not a good way to greet your customers who are mentally and physically drained. Emotional drained for me cos ive gotta be more patient since i ROAR most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to the story, he was pissed off for having to listen to her and asked her to shut her trap and showed us our reserved table. From the time we have our big and tired butts sat on the chair, there was really no one that attended to us. i have to personally go over the counter to make my own queries. That said, the other couple finally reached. When we wanted to place an order, once again nobody was there to take our orders. This time round, Faizah &amp;amp; bf were the ones to go over the counter and order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azan is already on the radio and its time for us to break our fast. Our drinks are not here and neither are our food. What pissed me off the most was that the family that came AFTER us were happily digging in. So he went over to the counter again. This auntie then came over and the words that came outta her mouth were unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Im sorry i forgot".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like punching her face in and out and this is for real man. Half and hour of waiting for nothing. My hands were shaking and felt light at the same time (i think i was restraining myself to give her face a good blue black). She really were testing our patience. Anger really took over me and left no traces of courtesy and Ms Nicey. I raised my voice and threatened to walk away and not even pay for the drinks that they sent 5 mins ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not even 1 minute after my outburst and suddenly the food we ordered come from different directions. Crappy shit service. And don't get me started abt the rice incident. Ok i shall start abt it. We ordered the chicken rice instead of plain rice. When the rice came, it was all plain rice. Hello!!!!!!!! One stupid crap after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is another story which happened on the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and 5 other galfriends were planning to break our fast together at Geylang. But only my best friend and me were there, so we went to book a place. The food centre at Haig Rd was very packed and they opened new tables earlier than expected. So we booked a table and told the Indian guy that we would be expecting 4 other people to join us. And he replied, "I would only open the table when they are here".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fark! So can you tell me whats the point of reservation again? He really defeated the purpose! What got on my nerves was he kept coming over and kept askin where are the rest. Then, the other 2 came and we placed an order first. after a few minutes, he came over and asked, "So where are the other 2??".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear i wanted to stand up and knock his head with the chair. What's the freakin diff now since all the tables are taken up?? Without much hesitation, i shouted back at him,"They are on the way. Do you think im a freakin liar?!". He then walked away. What's your freaking prob ASS? You don't have to vent your frustration on us just becos you didn't get it last night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im such a nicey nice nice and situations like this made me nasty. So service people, beware. If you're out there to test my patience, teh retort would be even worse than what you know now. Just hope and pray that you will not see me on your bad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948261997731624561-6878893576810235310?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/6878893576810235310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6948261997731624561&amp;postID=6878893576810235310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/6878893576810235310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/6878893576810235310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-it-just-me-or-is.html' title='Is it just me or is....'/><author><name>SyiraKhai</name><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-6948261997731624561.post-1919174181209651637</id><published>2008-09-02T15:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T15:38:45.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;woow..okey seem u just update the blog few days ago only..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So we been thru a lot of silliy mistake dat i make..not her..she prefect..rite syg..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;k lah seem u still wan spent ur time n enjoy the single thing kan..okey..i make other path for me too..seem no ready for u to tunang by next year next two year..or wat..hmmm...it okey..i dunno force u..later ur frens tot i wat kan...hmmm..i dun understand..i think u dun wan make any booking on me 1st or u hav no readdy wth me..ur mind ur heart is no me the final person yet to come...so let it be..i think i make the choice to  fast...i cant do anything..my target it u 1st n the last to be...i need other hand to clap..but u not willing to giv it..i will wait till ur hand reach to me..i cant say anymore..althought i always meet u..i ask myself to sincere n love as much as i can..as time goes by..i seem u got alot thing to avoid from me..n i just keep it to myself..i just to much for u..it hard for me do thing like tiz..i just pray hard to Allah for our own future n health ..LOVE u so much!!!sometime i try to be in ur shoe..i understand wat u wan n etc..i just make n early kick-off wth u..sad for me..muack!!!i being learning ur peragai very time we happy n sad or fight..sometime in tiz life i learnt lot of gif n take..n never do a stupit thing to people or they will forgiv n CANT forgeT...sometime outsider trying make up story or telling the truth i dunno..sometime i feel ashamed to my fren bcoz not to listen to them..but my heart trust the love ones..muack!!!!love u till my end of life!!&lt;/em&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/6948261997731624561-1919174181209651637?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/1919174181209651637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6948261997731624561&amp;postID=1919174181209651637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/1919174181209651637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/1919174181209651637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/2008/09/okey.html' title='okey...'/><author><name>SyiraKhai</name><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-6948261997731624561.post-8215805987735304954</id><published>2008-08-29T11:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T15:41:22.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been awhile since ive even log in here and update to whoever's interested to have a sneak peek into our colourful lives. But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has been on our side this month without any real fights happening. We were able to get our heads and hands together and take charge of the relationship. But there was an issue of the future together. u see, i am so not ready to go into thinking about engagement and marriage. I prefer to let nature take its course. There are still so many things that i want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel, shop till the next paycheck, no real responsibilities and all that singles' stuff. Furthermore, im really against all this engagement thing and just go straight to the point and get married. So there was a point of time when we were talking about all this stuff then he still insisted that we get engaged in a year time. I was really dissapointed, but i told him that its all about compromise. If im willing to get engaged although im not into all that stuff, he should be supportive too for whatever decision that i make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, i have decided to stick to him for the rest of my live even if it kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lil anti climax but i shall try harder next post aite. My mind's too tired to even think of the next thing to sayy......zzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948261997731624561-8215805987735304954?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/8215805987735304954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6948261997731624561&amp;postID=8215805987735304954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/8215805987735304954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/8215805987735304954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-has-been-awhile-since-ive-even-log.html' title=''/><author><name>SyiraKhai</name><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-6948261997731624561.post-3310997359262462567</id><published>2008-07-24T21:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:31:47.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>u duN miSS the WatEr tiLL the weLL runS drY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0IV1NwLPuY/SIh-WRJTP_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5G4PiBoqVI8/s1600-h/Morning+c0ffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226566288588095474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="210" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0IV1NwLPuY/SIh-WRJTP_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5G4PiBoqVI8/s400/Morning+c0ffee.jpg" width="315" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to say THANK YOU to mi baby for being there for me all this while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For throwing me a wonderful birthday which was packed with prizes and surprises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For putting me on stage and embarass the ass out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For tolerating me and my forever existing temper and yet be able to pull me out through the tangled anger strings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For making me laugh when i need it the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last but not least, for loving me with all your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0IV1NwLPuY/SIiDyVJ0y-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/1bKxRWjGzOA/s1600-h/Image028_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226572268258511842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0IV1NwLPuY/SIiDyVJ0y-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/1bKxRWjGzOA/s400/Image028_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My baby, i know that i may not be the best person to be with but please bear with me as im still undergoing construction to restructure the feelings and crappiness inside of me. However, i hope that you could work out your issues of insecurity and nonsensical ideas of me and we shall work towards betterment. (cedebah..we go baby!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i can never imagine the day when you won't be here with me. It's like ant without sugar. Like tea without teabag. Like you without food. Like me without Finorati. Like you without bulu mata panjang2. Lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess i have to start counting my blessings and cherish every second when im with you. Cos you will not miss the water till the well runs dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xOxO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948261997731624561-3310997359262462567?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/3310997359262462567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6948261997731624561&amp;postID=3310997359262462567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948261997731624561.post-1897647270696327528</id><published>2008-06-30T13:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:31:47.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hApPy tO sAd, saD tO haPPy,sad sad happy HAPPY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0IV1NwLPuY/SGhxX-bAauI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oy5GG9eQJBw/s1600-h/remix.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217544825015921378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0IV1NwLPuY/SGhxX-bAauI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oy5GG9eQJBw/s400/remix.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All i can say is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE YOU SINCE WE WHERE TOGETHER ON 09/12/07 till now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sYG PLs STop SAyING bOUT BE APART..U WAN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I VERY SAD DAT DAE..UR FRENS MAKE AND EFFORT ON UR BDAE PARTY ADVANCE AT SENTOSA BUT U STILL SAD..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;UR FREN N I PLAN SO HARD..U GIF THE SHIT FACE..HAHA..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BT I NOE DAT THE WORSE DAE I EVER HAD IN MY LIFE..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;U LEFT ME ALONE WITH NO WAN TALK TO ME..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;U TELL UR FRENS I WTH U TK ADE PAPE.. :&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;U JUST LEFT ME ALONE AT THE SIDE..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY HEART FEEL SHIT..BE PATIENTS WTH U IT VERY HARD..(IT PART OF LIFE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I THINK U NEED TO LEARNT TO CONTROL URSELF..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT GOOD TAU SAYANG FOR OUR FUTURE LIKE TIZ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HOPE U CAN SEE N FEEL HW MUCH I LOVE U!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIKE YOU NEVER HAVE BEFORE..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;B SYG WE GO FOR TUNANG DEN MARRY OKEY?MARRY IN 4 YRS TIME??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:&gt; LOVE U SO MUCH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217544189598305810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0IV1NwLPuY/SGhwy_TpDhI/AAAAAAAAADw/5SnkGap_DWg/s400/1_996319024l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0IV1NwLPuY/SGhxX-bAauI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oy5GG9eQJBw/s1600-h/remix.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948261997731624561-1897647270696327528?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/1897647270696327528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6948261997731624561&amp;postID=1897647270696327528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/1897647270696327528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/1897647270696327528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-to-sad-sad-to-happysad-sad-happy.html' title='hApPy tO sAd, saD tO haPPy,sad sad happy HAPPY!!'/><author><name>SyiraKhai</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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/&gt;This would be the time&lt;br /&gt;Our love will have to be strong enough&lt;br /&gt;To stand against the current.&lt;br /&gt;This would be the time&lt;br /&gt;We will have to be there for each other&lt;br /&gt;no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Baby with all my might&lt;br /&gt;Apologies if i have mood swings, you should understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xOxO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948261997731624561-7353912521228653986?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/7353912521228653986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6948261997731624561&amp;postID=7353912521228653986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;In capricorn,cancer finds dedication,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and in return capricorn comes to love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;cancer's from a strong foundation of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;material and connection emotional security,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;these two create a successful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;secure to each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948261997731624561-3205521139640444540?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/3205521139640444540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6948261997731624561&amp;postID=3205521139640444540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/3205521139640444540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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lovely Nur FINOrati bte YAMAHA last two days and boy was i so exhilirated. We went TPY for running in purposes and he rode it. Such a change from the smoky and noisy BAPE. But BAPE helped us thru alot of things and we appreciate him for that. We saw our first shooting star together while riding on the expressway. On BAPE. He transported my BamBam to me when we had a huge fight. He sent me to all my meetings, that BAPE. Hee. But whatever it is, Im still so happy that I've gotten my own. Thank Allah for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all off, i got KIKI the darling. In case you're wondering, KIKI is actually my darling lovely pet hamster. Because of that lil cutey, Im currently broke to the core. But its a great investment cos he will entertain me thru the night. Whatever you're thinking, it's not dirty. Hamsters are nocturnal animals if you must know. Even when I'm in deep slumber, she will wake me up with all her noisy games. Im losing sleep man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me B! I will never ever lie. Im sick of all the questions you ask frequently cos they are all not true. Doakan aper tu B? I love you so much! Muakz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948261997731624561-7510225211034340240?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/7510225211034340240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6948261997731624561&amp;postID=7510225211034340240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/7510225211034340240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/7510225211034340240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-belong-together.html' title='We Belong Together'/><author><name>SyiraKhai</name><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-6948261997731624561.post-1609374033115635005</id><published>2008-05-09T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:12:54.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that we have been this way before&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't think that I am trying&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wearing thin down to the core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hold your breathe&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night&lt;br /&gt;That I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or I won't live to see another dayI swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a guy like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;You're impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I intended&lt;br /&gt;I always swore to you&lt;br /&gt;I'd never fall apart&lt;br /&gt;You always thought that I was stronger&lt;br /&gt;I may have failed but I have loved you from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me have this opportunity&lt;br /&gt;to say that I love you soo very much baby&lt;br /&gt;I may have said or did things that breaks you&lt;br /&gt;But whatever we have now, I will cherish it till death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one thing that I need from you&lt;br /&gt;Is to have your full trust in me&lt;br /&gt;I will never be stupid as to have another in our life&lt;br /&gt;Coz you are everything to me sayang&lt;br /&gt;I swear I won't be finding another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end these words, I wish to express&lt;br /&gt;all the love that is inside of me&lt;br /&gt;You are my heart, my soul&lt;br /&gt;My laughing gas, my other half&lt;br /&gt;My big buffalo, my true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you from the bottom of my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948261997731624561-1609374033115635005?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/1609374033115635005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6948261997731624561&amp;postID=1609374033115635005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/1609374033115635005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/1609374033115635005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's how I feel whenever you ain't there&lt;br /&gt;It's no air, no air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to do&lt;br /&gt;To look you in the eye and tell you I don't love you.&lt;br /&gt;It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to lie&lt;br /&gt;To show no emotion when you start to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise if I have been crude all this while.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I think that is how i get the point straight.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is i sure know that I can't live without you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;Come what may.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948261997731624561-6358511040465753187?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/6358511040465753187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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SAYANNGGGG SAYYYAAANNNGGG</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HaV I tOLd u yEt..hw mUch u mEan tO mE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hav i toLd yEt aGaiN..AboUt aLL tHe happiness u brInG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HaVe i TolD U yEt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;tHat u mean the woRld to mE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just iN caSe i have't..i wAn u t0 noE tHat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;U aRe thE bEst..Love u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;NURSYAHIRAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948261997731624561-6113547764401353172?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/6113547764401353172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6948261997731624561&amp;postID=6113547764401353172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/6113547764401353172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/6113547764401353172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Meeting halfway on things shows your partner that you really do care about their viewpoint and you are willing to work on making each other happy. Every so often make it a point to do something that you normally would not agree to or feel like doing. When you keep your partner constantly surprised by your actions, you regenerate that "new love" feeling time and time again. So, when your partner asks if you want to try that new restaurant…say yes! If they ask if you want to try a new hobby…say yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Show your loyalty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nothing strengthens a relationship quite like watching your partner go to bat for you, especially against close friends or family members. It shows that you consider your relationship a team. If you harass one member of a team, you harass them all. When you side with other people against your partner you make them feel alienated and the seeds of hidden resentment become planted. You can show loyalty positively as well by bragging about your partner's recent accomplishments to friends and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be supportive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Challenges and opportunities are always going to occur. You can't stop them from happening. Hopefully for both of you the changes in your lives are positive ones. The secret key here is having a supporting and understanding mate in your corner to help you through your ups and downs. If you lose your job, it's quite a bit easier to bounce back when you have someone who's willing to support your choices and any new directions you might want to branch out to. If you want a career or lifestyle change, imagine the difference having someone who will carefully consider and support those changes? When your partner is presenting you with a challenge or an opportunity, treat them the way you'd want to be treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maintain a healthy dose of individuality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Personal time and space are essential to growing individually. Everyone one needs private time to do the things they want to do. It helps refocus attention to the priorities. Sometimes you or your partner may just need time to release emotions from a bad day, instead of bringing it home with them. Learning to respect and notice when your partner needs some individual time shows that you are committed to not only your relationship, but their long-term happiness as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love your partner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Love is obviously a crucial element in a successful long-term relationship. But having love isn't enough. You need to be in love. The phrase "love is a verb, not a noun" certainly applies here. Don't hesitate to write that quick love note, give that deep kiss, sit next to each other at a restaurant or hold hands in public. The little things go a long way towards establishing a deep, intimate connection with your partner. As simple as it sounds, this action is probably the most commonly overlooked and ignored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948261997731624561-6390697798970463446?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/6390697798970463446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6948261997731624561&amp;postID=6390697798970463446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/6390697798970463446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/6390697798970463446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/2008/05/important-thing-in-relationship.html' title='The important thing in relationship'/><author><name>SyiraKhai</name><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-6948261997731624561.post-818766151118848050</id><published>2008-05-01T00:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:31:48.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aS LonG As wE tOgeThEr bAbY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0IV1NwLPuY/SBiqLUf7vUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZLc9bP7Fihc/s1600-h/DSC00721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195089281629797698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0IV1NwLPuY/SBiqLUf7vUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZLc9bP7Fihc/s400/DSC00721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;LovE&lt;/span&gt; U &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;NursYahiRah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yOu &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;mY&lt;/span&gt; sUnsHinE &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;oN&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;cLouDy&lt;/span&gt; dAy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; loSt &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;wiThoUt&lt;/span&gt; You &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;bAbY&lt;/span&gt; aNd &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; juSt &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;wAnt&lt;/span&gt; uS &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;t0&lt;/span&gt; Be &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;toGetHer&lt;/span&gt; hAPpLy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;SyiRA&lt;/span&gt; sO &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;spEciaL&lt;/span&gt; tO &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;mE.&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;LovE&lt;/span&gt; yOu &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;sYg&lt;/span&gt; wiTh &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;aLL&lt;/span&gt; oF &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; heArT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;hoPe&lt;/span&gt; tHat &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;yOu &lt;/span&gt;caN &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;fiNd&lt;/span&gt; iT &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;iN &lt;/span&gt;yOuR &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;hEarT&lt;/span&gt; tO &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;foRgiVe&lt;/span&gt; mE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;mAdE&lt;/span&gt; iT&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; tHroUgh&lt;/span&gt; tHe &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;hArD&lt;/span&gt; tiMeS&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; s0&lt;/span&gt; fAr, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;aNd &lt;/span&gt;We &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;cAn&lt;/span&gt; mAKe &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;iT &lt;/span&gt;tHRougH &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;anYThiNg&lt;/span&gt; aS &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;l0Ng&lt;/span&gt; As&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; wE&lt;/span&gt; sTaNd&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; bY&lt;/span&gt; eAch &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;oTHeR.&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;LoVe&lt;/span&gt; u &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;sYg!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;MUuuuUuuuUUuuuuU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;AaaaaAaaaAAAAaaaCCcccCCcKKkk!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LLLLOooooVVVVvvvvEEEEEEeeee YyYYYyOOoooUUUu SSssssOOOO MMmmmmUUCCHh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948261997731624561-818766151118848050?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/818766151118848050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6948261997731624561&amp;postID=818766151118848050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/818766151118848050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/818766151118848050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/2008/05/as-long-as-we-together-baby.html' title='aS LonG As wE tOgeThEr bAbY'/><author><name>SyiraKhai</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0IV1NwLPuY/SBiqLUf7vUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZLc9bP7Fihc/s72-c/DSC00721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948261997731624561.post-6526592125985577256</id><published>2008-04-30T11:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:15:55.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The roads on the bus goes BUMPITY BUMPITY BUMP</title><content type='html'>Why do i say as such? Well, it has been quite a while since we had a great day without ending up fighting or tiffs in between. It's very sad actually that i had kept grudges after every fight which will result in even more intense fights in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's even dissapointing is the stupid things we will fight over (which i don't wish to disclose. hee) and its looping mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon baby, shall we grow out of it and be more loving like before. I apologise profusely and from the bottom of my heart if i ever did hurt you by my words. I'm made outspoken and whatever i feel would be out of my system, though how spicy it may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you like i have never loved before and my life is only about my family and you. And our new baby(Nur FINOrati bte YAMAHA. Yahoo!!). And kucing magic. Let's make up and be merry. Stick to our pact of 5 yrs, to live together under one roof "HALALly". Nope, make it 6 yrs k baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU SAYANG!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948261997731624561-6526592125985577256?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/6526592125985577256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6948261997731624561&amp;postID=6526592125985577256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/6526592125985577256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/6526592125985577256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/2008/04/roads-on-bus-goes-bumpity-bumpity-bump.html' title='The roads on the bus goes BUMPITY BUMPITY BUMP'/><author><name>SyiraKhai</name><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-6948261997731624561.post-4836714726379794954</id><published>2008-04-16T10:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:40:59.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby im BAAAACCCKKKK!!!!!</title><content type='html'>At last Spore Flyer launch is done and im so happy that the nightmare is seriously over!!Woohooo!!! It was such tiring days n nights spent just making sure everything was fine. Don't even have time to update you guys on what's happening and what's not. But it was all worth it, paid off well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where do I start..as you would have read the earlier posts, there was some rough patch that we have to go through. But it was all some stupid misunderstanding and im sure evey couple will have to go through that. However, i have made some mistakes and i do not wish to make it again. Things like asking for the relationship to end just like that over some petty issues and venting anger on him after so much stress at work. Im sorry baby for all the heartache that ive put you through and i promise that i would try my best to stop acting on impulse and to think before i speak my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what pple say or think or act or eat or drink, i don't give a damn cos I know that at the end of the day it will be your shoulder that i would be putting my head on. *staircase at level 3 with kucing magic infront of us curling up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the effort and time spent on me. No words can describe how much you mean to me and even if there is, it will never be enough to display the amount of love and affection that is inside of me. I have managed to resist all temptation and came out of it feeling stronger for you. Something is telling me that you would be the one for me and that we would spend the rest of our lives together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU BABY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948261997731624561-4836714726379794954?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/4836714726379794954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6948261997731624561&amp;postID=4836714726379794954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/4836714726379794954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/4836714726379794954'/><link rel='alternate' 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for my sayang syira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; Start at 10 end till 7pm...sometime her wkend burns...cian dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;After werk or event she met me up hav dinner or she go shopping..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;she sacrifice her time alot wth me..althought she very tired or not...(love u lot syg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Coz she wan make me happy n she wan met me coz we alway happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;n laught out loud like nobody around..haha..so funny..drink monkey milk..aunty chombee..qistina alway say she so funny..haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And for me so relax no much werk..so most of the time i fetch her..or stay hm...stay hm whole day can make me ill..so unhealty..if really nothing to do i went jogging,do sit up..wat to do..keep fit..want to impress my syg nursyahirah...hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Our nightmare just passed..on 07/04/08...we just hav a stupit fight...she cry non-stop..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;haha..we learn n forgive n forget..n we promise alot of thing..we just love the way we are...haha...clumsy,masai,funny,ego,jealous,caring,menjeng2,n gonggeng2..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The rest my syg will continue...before i end i wan say sorry to all who read this..my english so bad..but starting to make it improve...so last of all..i wan say I LOVE U SO MUCH..WE STILL HAVE LONG WAY TO GO SYG..SO KEEP IT STRONG..WE NOE WE CAN DO IT RITE SYG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MUACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;REMINDER OF U..TALK TO ABG..DONT  SAY HE ALIEN OR WAT OKEY..PROMISE??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;LAST TIME SHE WITH HER LOVELY BROTHER HAV CURLY HAIR WTH TAIL BEHIND..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;LIKE KETAK KETUK..love u 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/6948261997731624561-8887738948108921780?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-6948261997731624561.post-6260241098073581231</id><published>2008-04-07T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:59:12.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...</title><content type='html'>msg from me at 1.37pm&lt;br /&gt;b where are u?&lt;br /&gt;reply by iloveub at 1.38pm&lt;br /&gt;im havin lunch at swisotel..haha..mcm..faham..gt bk 2u later...damn low oredi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i tot she going wth her werk fren REX..so i call lah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she pick up the phone n i say bohong lah u makan kat swisotel tak ajak...&lt;br /&gt;n she say i call u bk later lah i with my client okey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alah kalau rex beside u leh dengar u ckp baik2 i ni gile lah..den say ur client infront of u den u can say i wth y client later i call u..hmmm...leh ckp excuse me..i hav a call ke ape ke...not even 1min ye alk siak...hmm...next time say nicely the problem is solve...be polite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da gadoh ni mcm...yg khai ni lah da lemah org ye yg dia syg..ape lagi pijak kepale lah drg...hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948261997731624561-6260241098073581231?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/6260241098073581231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6948261997731624561&amp;postID=6260241098073581231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/6260241098073581231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/6260241098073581231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/2008/04/hmm.html' title='hmm...'/><author><name>SyiraKhai</name><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-6948261997731624561.post-8239459346306179446</id><published>2008-04-07T14:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:11:55.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day n night feeling...</title><content type='html'>how i wan start..coz i feel hurt now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just receive feebk u dun like me to call u everydae.?&lt;br /&gt;make thing clear i never call u when u bz..when u hav event wat..i call u like every 4 hour asking hw it goes semua..izzit a problem with dat?if really a problem with calling u tell me i can stop calling u now.n just wait ur call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called u everydae  coz i care,i concern,i love to talk to u,coz i mis u,a perfect couple does not make a issue for everydae call...&lt;br /&gt;y kalau dulu aru kenal2 aru matair everydae talk2 sampai tak ingat hari..y?makin lame makin kurang ni semua...just bcoz u say honeymoon period da bis??hmmm.i wan to be wth u coz i dont wan like some other couple they taking adventage meeting other gerl or guy behind their bf or gf..coz of tiz freedom..they bored to each other dat y they do tiz..so their gf/bf is not gd enough for them..so they wan a scandal in their life..so i dun wan dat happend in us..u can see urself ade matair pon can they can sleep wth other ppl..wat u do todae u get in return..(what goes around come around) truth rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i feel towards u everydae..&lt;br /&gt;i love u so much like no other gerl out there anymore..&lt;br /&gt;i put my life on u..&lt;br /&gt;i do anything make u happy...&lt;br /&gt;i say anything wat i like bout u..until i dunno wat to say..&lt;br /&gt;everytime met u i make u happy,laught,make u look clumsy....&lt;br /&gt;i try my best not to make feel  hurt,betray u,dispointed u like ur x bf do to u...&lt;br /&gt;i respect who u are..&lt;br /&gt;i soft-hearted person toward u...&lt;br /&gt;i treat u like my princess.&lt;br /&gt;i do anything for u..&lt;br /&gt;i wan be wth u 24/7 as u also promise me dat..(but u complaining to ppl)&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sad everytime we gadoh..&lt;br /&gt;my heart bleed everytime u angry wth me&lt;br /&gt;i hav no frens dat wan shre this problem wth accept u syira..'&lt;br /&gt;i never cry badly for a lady like u before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cant believe u say all tis stupit word twice already..(let u go)&lt;br /&gt;u dare to say hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;da ade niat let me go..?!&lt;br /&gt;just tell me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls stop talking behind bout me..ppl tot i treat u like shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate who u are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by ur lovely,truthful,hurt guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              khairul hafiz bin hamzah aka khai cute&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948261997731624561-8239459346306179446?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/8239459346306179446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6948261997731624561&amp;postID=8239459346306179446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/8239459346306179446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/8239459346306179446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-n-night-feeling.html' title='day n night feeling...'/><author><name>SyiraKhai</name><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-6948261997731624561.post-3358988934802521905</id><published>2008-04-07T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:41:57.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm...</title><content type='html'>what should i do now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;izzit i alway disturbing u almost of ur time??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i alway ask u nicely n treat u with respect n love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must u show me ur attitude everytime i call u??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u talk to me nicely it will be fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time hw u bz u are..u talk to me wth ur sweet voice n gd manner wth me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wan the same way u treat me last time..pls i tired already if tis keep going again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel gd for todae...i think something going to happend..u like trying to avoid something from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arhhhh ape2 LAH B...I JUST CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SHOULD I DO TO MAKE U HAPPY??APE I ASK SEMUA SALAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MCM SEC SCHOOL LAH APE LAH..EH U WAN ME GO????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ASK U AGAIN U WAN ME GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASKING FOR IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DA LAH B...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U WAN LIKE TIZ KAN..TK PE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U JUST FORGET ALL WHAT WE HAV PROMISE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIAK ARH DIA MINTAK AKU BREAK!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U MINTAK I BREAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERAGAI AKU BUROK PE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_Ku MCM SIAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!A_U YG SELALU YG CARI PASAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH LEARN HW TO TALK TO PPL NICELY LAH NEXT TIME TAKMO NAK MARAH KE APE FOR NO REASON...PPL ASKING U NICELY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZZIT I NOT GD ENOUGHT FOR U...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO WAT U WAN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LISTEN TO U WAN U WAN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO EVERYTHING FOR U SEY...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948261997731624561-3358988934802521905?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/3358988934802521905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0IV1NwLPuY/R_muFIf3pfI/AAAAAAAAACE/UUaPDwcngIA/s1600-h/th_love....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186367849097569778" style="WIDTH: 483px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" height="102" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0IV1NwLPuY/R_muFIf3pfI/AAAAAAAAACE/UUaPDwcngIA/s400/th_love....jpg" width="483" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;THAT JUST BECAUSE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;SOMEONE DOESN'T LOVE U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;THE WAY YOU WANT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;THEM TO,DOESN'T MEAN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;THEY DONT LOVE YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;WITH ALL THEY HAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0IV1NwLPuY/R_muT4f3pgI/AAAAAAAAACM/Z5LEsxIx4SM/s1600-h/th_love-icons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186368102500640258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0IV1NwLPuY/R_muT4f3pgI/AAAAAAAAACM/Z5LEsxIx4SM/s400/th_love-icons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948261997731624561-6171188987987945753?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/6171188987987945753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948261997731624561.post-3960130767135762390</id><published>2008-03-25T13:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:23:03.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funnies face from us...</title><content type='html'>Guys look at syira face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same like terappin...haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she did't notice i took video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of her funny face..love u b!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u ade buat salah ke?y u so worry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD IS FAIR U NOE RITE SYG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-db3b2ebf6a6e86db" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param 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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-6948261997731624561.post-8217091053594723224</id><published>2008-03-25T11:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:44:46.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZZZZzzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys, i can't think of a better title than that. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, has it already been 10 days since i've updated the blog?? Really didn't have time to do it. I think its about time you help me out B. Hmpt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has been happening..hmm.Btw last weekend we had a "blast". Hee. It was a saturday and the weather was pretty fine. No, it was great! So we decided to go out. Before we knew it, we were on our way to Bukit Merah when suddenly, the rain clouds decided to give in. We were riding halfway and had to seek shelter at the nearby bustop. We played mentally-challenging games (as usual, i wouldn't admit defeat. But i won fairly), talk and laughed but the rain still didn't subside. While on my wild imagination mood, I told him that Mas Selamat would suddenly appear from the nearby woods. Little did we know that he REALLY did appear!! Nah! Kidding. But for all you know, he might be watching us from far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously,we really were stuck in the rain for 3 hours, almost half of the day gone. We had instant noodle and a scalding cup of teh tarik (thanks to Shell station) and was on our way to have his hair cut. Which i find totally defeats the purpose. Since he said himself that he was balding. Doesn't have much hair to begin with.Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes. His petrol tank key got stuck in the lock and now it's "lockless". We had to cover the tank with a plastic bag when it was raining. Innovative, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else..yap2. We heard that this girl kid that we knew (and the cause of our misery.damn b***h) had broken up with her BF (another cause of our misery.damn b***h). I really didn't give a darn about it but somehow it was something to celebrate about. Apparently. And she was found sleeping with someone else, which really doesn't concern me. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And B. A little reminder. TAKMO MACAM2! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948261997731624561-8217091053594723224?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/8217091053594723224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6948261997731624561&amp;postID=8217091053594723224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/8217091053594723224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/8217091053594723224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/2008/03/zzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='ZZZZzzzzzzz'/><author><name>SyiraKhai</name><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-6948261997731624561.post-6945438655667933389</id><published>2008-03-15T03:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:31:49.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FeELinGs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0IV1NwLPuY/R9rUCidyPnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CZ4Vg0YcRiU/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177683861692366450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0IV1NwLPuY/R9rUCidyPnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CZ4Vg0YcRiU/s400/DSC00211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My heart longs for you,I want to have the feel of your arms embracing me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like that of an angel's wing envoloping my soul,With the warmth of your love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to hear the whisper of your heart,Beating ever so slightly against mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As we mold together,Like the candlewax that slowly drips,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While the young lover's explore the world of their togetherness and tender hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to be caught with you,To fall into a surreal world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where time means something,Only to those who have lost all the innocence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That one would only be able to find,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By watching the imagination of a small child unfold before them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want you to love me,Like you have loved no other...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948261997731624561-6945438655667933389?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/6945438655667933389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6948261997731624561&amp;postID=6945438655667933389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/6945438655667933389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/6945438655667933389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/2008/03/feelings.html' title='FeELinGs...'/><author><name>SyiraKhai</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0IV1NwLPuY/R9rUCidyPnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CZ4Vg0YcRiU/s72-c/DSC00211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948261997731624561.post-2625748898681724295</id><published>2008-03-12T11:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:05:48.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SELAMAT Datang!</title><content type='html'>I have another complaint regarding my trip to the most exciting, most happening place, JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our intention to be there was to fill petrol, get some cigs and just get the hell outta there. But it isn't as bad as it sounds. It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORST, &lt;/span&gt;as worst as it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hot topic in town now(besides the M'sian election, which i can't understand why and am totally ignorant about) is regarding the escapee of one of the JI leader, Mas Selamat Kastari.(First glance, i thought it was Kasturi. Bloody faggot.) It's amazing how i can remember the name. Well, the posters are everywhere. And these poor souls*NS men,SPF &amp;amp; all* have to suffer and wait under the pouring rain just to get a hold of him. Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Security is therefore tightened at the Causeway Customs and thorough checks were made, including getting thumb prints from everyone. B and me got there at around 10, thinking the worst case scenario would be reaching JB in an hour's time since the damn queue was freakin long.  So we started talking. And laughing. And got quiet. And got disgusted.(somebody just freakin gagged, can you believe it??)And talked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't believe it that it was 0100 when we finally were under the safe shelters of the Singapore Customs. My goodness, 3 hours of choking my lungs with poisonous fumes. That's like smoking 1 packet of cigs in 3 hours. Damn you Mas for killing me early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time both of us reach home, it was 0200 and damn were we shagged out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ya. I wanted to give him back his passport but he utterly refused to take it back. "I won't be needing it anytime soon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you Mas Selamat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948261997731624561-2625748898681724295?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/2625748898681724295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6948261997731624561&amp;postID=2625748898681724295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/2625748898681724295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/2625748898681724295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/2008/03/selamat-datang.html' title='SELAMAT Datang!'/><author><name>SyiraKhai</name><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-6948261997731624561.post-6173832468304898905</id><published>2008-03-10T21:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:31:49.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What i feel toward you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0IV1NwLPuY/R9U_NCdyPkI/AAAAAAAAABc/lG68DUH4E4E/s1600-h/th_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176112839964900930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0IV1NwLPuY/R9U_NCdyPkI/AAAAAAAAABc/lG68DUH4E4E/s400/th_love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lonely morning,Stand I beside the sea bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The sun rises in its beautyAnd the sea waves its crest and trough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The birds hover in their millions,To and fro the sky;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With sweet melodious songs,Characteristic of the best musical artistOn the planet earth&lt;br /&gt;My mind roams into the farAnd near of this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Among the ladies it searchesFrom the global village.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nobody compares to you!None of them compares to you!You are a gem, a beauty&lt;br /&gt;And an inestimable jewel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The one that sets my heart running&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like the engine of the best sport car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You are always on my mind NURSYAHIRAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ccc1a9aad70385b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0IV1NwLPuY/R9U_NCdyPkI/AAAAAAAAABc/lG68DUH4E4E/s72-c/th_love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948261997731624561.post-4904041423150209129</id><published>2008-03-06T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T10:39:31.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To: Those who don't matter</title><content type='html'>Ok imagine this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were with your boyfriend of 5 years. It will then equal to 5 years of tears, hardship, sweat(if you know what i mean) and material things right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years later due to unforseen unlucky damned consequences, you broke off the stoOOopid relationship. And you are financially tight. So u decided that, hey im gonna sell some things to get cash. And the next thing you know, your life is in topsy turvy just because you accidentally sell some stuff of his to your friends. You went through hell and back just because you sold some stooOOopid 40bucks shoes. You were threatened, ur properties vandalised and your life is at risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might sound very vague and for those who actually &lt;strong&gt;USE &lt;/strong&gt;their brains to think(not using ur assholes), this made up story*or so i said* is like some Spanish movie that got booed halfway its play. Coz its cheesy, stooOOopid and &lt;em&gt;DAMN DOWNRIGHT&lt;/em&gt; childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to those who don't matter people that is miraculously civilised enough to even own a F***ING Pentium 1 PC to be surfing the net and somehow somewhere manage to type the URL to this blog(i was informed you were not taught to even READ), just a simple message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PISS OFF AND DIG YOUR OWN ASSHOLE SON OF A B***H. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Venomous anger rising from the pit. *like letter to Aunt Agony*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948261997731624561-4904041423150209129?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/4904041423150209129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6948261997731624561&amp;postID=4904041423150209129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/4904041423150209129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/4904041423150209129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-those-who-dont-matter.html' title='To: Those who don&apos;t matter'/><author><name>SyiraKhai</name><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-6948261997731624561.post-8544162929015731988</id><published>2008-03-03T10:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T13:10:02.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WonderfuLLness</title><content type='html'>What a great wkend we had man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all i would like to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my bestest CUZZIE in the whole wide world, FAIZAH NATASHA!! Finally ure 21, legally able to drink n well, nt drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a birthday pit at West Coast last Saturday and boy was there alot of food. We had marinated chicken (with the sauce to die for, thankz to mi bestest GALFREN in the whole wide world, Wirna),crab sticks, hotdogs, corns that is simply not up to standard(no thanks to Sheng Siong) and the food item that is simply to stubborn to get off the wire mesh, MARSHMELLOW!! Yeehaw. As the uncle n auntie n mummy n daddy went off, we got the party started man!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOOZZEE!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the best part of the whole event. Everybody was letting loose and was laughing at the slightest and stupidest joke made there. It was 3 in the morn and before i knew it, i gagged like i never gag before in my whole life. But seriously i wasn't really drunk, just abit tipsy. Right. The one mistake i made was to lie down and go to sleep which made my head spin and thus, resulting in pouring out all the crab sticks and chicken wings i had before. My goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We overnight there and woke up the next morn at 8 plus, in the state of half awake and stinking mouth. But it was all worth it, our goals met. Eat, drink and be merry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home and sleep some more. It was only in the evening that B told me that his family would be going to dinner since his sis birthday would be the following day. At Al-Ameen was where we had the birthday gathering, with seafood which can last us till the next morning. Being such a glutton, i vomitted while on my way home. 2 vomitting occasions within few hours. Classic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948261997731624561-8544162929015731988?l=chombeekaori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/feeds/8544162929015731988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6948261997731624561&amp;postID=8544162929015731988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/8544162929015731988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948261997731624561/posts/default/8544162929015731988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chombeekaori.blogspot.com/2008/03/wonderfullness.html' title='WonderfuLLness'/><author><name>SyiraKhai</name><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-6948261997731624561.post-4668658605715377627</id><published>2008-02-28T17:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:31:49.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh well well well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0IV1NwLPuY/R8aBerIHUfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HV1oVodE7CY/s1600-h/1_536947435l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0IV1NwLPuY/R8aBerIHUfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HV1oVodE7CY/s320/1_536947435l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171963586054410738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't believe what befell us yesterday!! We went to JB coz his bike is simply outta control. It was usually such a chop chop affair. Passports stamped, in, turn at the roundabout, at the shop and outta there. But nOOOoo. Of all days, they have to have a Chingay Ceremony yesterday when the bike refuse to do its part.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky thing it didn't die on us. Most of the roads are closed and we have to go one big round to go to the bike shop. Not as easy as it sounds. We were lost without any hint of help.&lt;b&gt;AT ALL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The petrol was running on reserve. The bike was sounding as if it had TB. Quoted "My First Nightmare" by him. It was so true.&lt;br /&gt;We finally reached the blessed place and never have i felt such relieve in a long time. (Besides holding my crap all the way back home and releasing it upon reaching).So we were sitting happily at the shop while waiting for our turn coz there was few bikes before us.(I was maliciously hoping they were sharing our plight).Never did we thought we were going to go through hell and back.Again.&lt;br /&gt;The bike was required to be left there coz as what was said by the mechanic with Tamil cum Malay accent,"Small problem become big problem". We took a cab and because of the road closure, we alighted few clicks away from the Customs. The meter read RM2.80 but we were asked to pay RM5.WTF!!sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;So ok. Robbed of our money, dignity and emotions. We then realise that there was no bus going to Spore Customs due to the road closure.MY GDNESS!! And we walked. To Spore Customs.When we reached the Custom, boy was i d happiest person in the world to go thru such torturous ordeal and out of it in one piece. The next thing i knew, the &lt;b&gt;BELOVED&lt;/b&gt; SBS bus stopped right in front of us. After all the walking. N the poisonous fumes.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so we tot, it couldnt get any worst then this. We overlooked the fact that we have to go HOME. It was past midnight already and we have no cash for cab fare.We started calling everyone, begging for mercy. FINALLY luck decided to shine on us. The last bus to my place arrived, board it(all sticky n smelly) and went home. 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