<?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-6250593714482581500</id><updated>2011-09-26T13:47:46.025-07:00</updated><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Unfold it</title><subtitle type='html'>you stop,i start</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-411805877671876200</id><published>2011-03-05T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T17:59:42.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Silence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;These past days, I have been starting the day off really early. Works pilling up,so a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. haha ok random. but yeah, it's been a really long day, long week. I have two assignments to finish up this week, and another test in between those two due dates. yes, i know, ryte. my favourite line these past week has been 'i think i just died' or 'i'm dying' or simply just 'kill me!!'. anyting that has got to do with death. so that I don't have to face the world anymore. I think the world hates me -__-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;anyways, I have realized that I enjoy silence, most of the time. I prefer being alone,but I don't like feeling lonely.that's the worst thing a human being could ever feel.but it's just weird right, I want to be alone but I don't want to feel lonely.doesn't it means the same?NO, of course not.sometimes you could even be in a room full of people and yet you feel so lonely inside.somestimes it's fulfilling to just sit in a library,listen to the music,and trying to understand a 34pages of case in front of you.well,you could only reach the fulfilling level when you've actually understood the case,but you get what I mean right.it's just,doing your own thing.well at least this principle applies to me.hehe.oh yes, and I think I like it better when my phone is on silent mode.haha isn't that just simply bizarre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;people has been saying thing like"if you dont talk,you're not gona be a good lawyer" or, "a good lawyer is the one that defends himself/herself"or, "are you just going to keep quiet in the court room then?". that's a pretty narrow thought.well, at least I think.just because I'm silent, doesn't mean I don't have the ability to talk.just because I'm quiet,doesn't mean I'm a corward or I'm scared of you.just because I don't defend myself doesn't mean I have nothing going on in my mind at that precise moment. I'm silent because I'm listening. I'm  quiet because I'm thinking. and I don't defend myself because I'm actually giving you space to talk because I know that's what you want out of the argument.I don't want to lower my standard to yours. I don't need attention. I'm here to gain knowledge. not to show off.I'm not saying I'm smart or anything,but just remember this, just because a person is usually of silence, doesn't make then any less than you are, as a person or as a student.my father told me that the most quiet girl in her class is now a High Court judge.so now,as a law student, I actually have an authority to what I'm saying. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;so, I just think that there's nothing wrong about not being talkative or a defensive person.there are many many MANY other elements to be considered.probably,better elements.some, you probably just can't see.because you've been using all your sights to things that actually,hm doesn't matter, shall I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;ok,my point here is actually me enjoying silence.but of course,a normal stressful law student would have gotten emotional and talk about everything else related to the topic.haha.so yeah.I shall go no futher because a copy of a case beside my laptop has been jumping up and down the whole time I'm blogging.so I shall entertain them.and of course finish up my assignment.bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-411805877671876200?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/411805877671876200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=411805877671876200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/411805877671876200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/411805877671876200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2011/03/of-silence.html' title='Of Silence.'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-5233291873485430194</id><published>2011-02-14T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T05:33:05.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard time</title><content type='html'>I don't know why it seems like the circle I'm living in is so messed up. Everything feels so wrong. And everyone is so mad at each other. It so, sad. Just sad. It's such a hard thing to do when you're dealing with people's heart and you youself is trying to balance your own emotions. Girls are just like that,huh? We're just hard.to.deal.with. So complex. But I'm sure that one day we'll understand the beauty of it. Because after all, we are friends. And I believe in happy endings. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-5233291873485430194?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/5233291873485430194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=5233291873485430194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/5233291873485430194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/5233291873485430194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2011/02/hard-time.html' title='Hard time'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-3108439910847178985</id><published>2011-01-30T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T05:06:47.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>110111</title><content type='html'>Lantern that had for the past few weeks emitted a dim, sooty glow-like stars&lt;br /&gt;seen through smog city-were now out of kerosene&lt;br /&gt;creating darkness so complete&lt;br /&gt;thats you couldn't see your hands&lt;br /&gt;even if they scratched your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you&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/6250593714482581500-3108439910847178985?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/3108439910847178985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=3108439910847178985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/3108439910847178985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/3108439910847178985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2011/01/110111.html' title='110111'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-4993193034212150550</id><published>2011-01-18T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T11:10:40.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's a Dancer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Eventually after 3 years of retiring, last Wednesday, I danced. :) oh yes, I couldn't explain the feeling. it's just so very beautiful. I've always been dancing, my whole life. so coming back to that abandoned part of me awakens my soul.and guess what.now I want to start dancing again.hahaha NO.ok I know I can't do that and pass law school at the same time.this is not high school, na-ah.so I shall keep that dream of mine and start to F O C U S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;and regards to this entry, I shall rewind my so-called memory(sometimes I believe that I have none bcs I cant seem to remember much -_-") to my years of dancing.i started to dance when I was little.about 8 or 9 years of age. Ballet. always, never fail, to bring a smile to my face.I love love Ballet. but I quit few years after that because according to my mum , I was shy.I only remembered, I didn't have friends.(I've always been a very reserved girl,and still am)whatever it is, I regretted that decision I made and when I proposed an idea to my mum that I wanted to continue Ballet, she said I'll quit again. (and I was about 15 years old then). ok, can't blame my mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;and after Ballet, I tried traditional dance. I think I started at the age of 10.but I wasn't really into it.I was shy,yes -_-". it was when I entered high school that I started to love the beauty of it. Zapin, Joget, Jawa, Contemporary etccc. yes, I did it all. it was one of the most amazing experience I've ever had, period.it wasn't just the dance, it was the dancers too!we were like family.we shared the same interest and it's absolutely amazing to get to spend most of my time with them.so much fun.but I started to slow down when I was 16. (bajet nak focus SPM.haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;at the same time when I was in high school, I was a gymnast too. Rhythmic Gymnastics was the love of my life. it's like coming back to the years when I was a ballerina. I shall say that it was one of the thing that I've achieved the highest rank and proud of. I wasn't a great gymnast. but I was happy.so, yeah.it was amazing. we had all the apparatus and my favourite was ribbon!hahah :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;through all those years, I never knew where I got the talent.both of my sisters weren't into it as I was. it was when I retired(hahah bajet) that I knew my mum was a dancer and a cheerleader/gymnast.and to my suprise, I found out my grandma was a dancer too!hahah.and now all of it make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;yes, I miss dancing.of course.I think I've grown fat because because I stop dancing.hehhh!nonethelesss,that passion of mine shall stay and will never fade.it's part of me and made me who I am today.I embrace those beautiful amazing years I had,but I know some things will end at some point in life.but, I think every once in a while it's okay to refresh myself. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-4993193034212150550?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/4993193034212150550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=4993193034212150550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/4993193034212150550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/4993193034212150550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2011/01/shes-dancer.html' title='She&apos;s a Dancer.'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-4733328207222921824</id><published>2011-01-18T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T10:26:33.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it'safreakingwildhorse</title><content type='html'>Like what they say is a silver lining,&lt;br /&gt;stepping in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;of all the chaos,&lt;br /&gt;washing that heart with sparkles,&lt;br /&gt;filling the night with twinkles.&lt;br /&gt;Open that blank eyes,&lt;br /&gt;take everything in,&lt;br /&gt;but never make it full,&lt;br /&gt;and the soul will run free,&lt;br /&gt;wild horses.&lt;br /&gt;Look at that pale face,&lt;br /&gt;approach,and there shall stand a chance&lt;br /&gt;to colour it life.&lt;br /&gt;Your steps are oxygen to me,&lt;br /&gt;and letting me breathe in with your presence,&lt;br /&gt;out,as you leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-4733328207222921824?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/4733328207222921824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=4733328207222921824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/4733328207222921824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/4733328207222921824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2011/01/itsafreakingwildhorse.html' title='it&apos;safreakingwildhorse'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-6113728185575911828</id><published>2010-12-19T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T06:21:07.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;running away&lt;/span&gt; doesn't solve the problem.but at least it &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;calms me down&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll walk back home when I'm done.then I'll figure it all out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll be fine.I'll always be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-6113728185575911828?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/6113728185575911828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=6113728185575911828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/6113728185575911828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/6113728185575911828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2010/12/runaway.html' title='Runaway'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-3181596208314318326</id><published>2010-12-19T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T05:55:23.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;if I could make &lt;strong&gt;notes&lt;/strong&gt; for myself and stick it on the wall, I swear all the notes can turn into wallpaper.i just have so many things to &lt;strong&gt;remind &lt;/strong&gt;myself.people forget right,I'm no exception.especially when I'm taken over by emotions,I tend to &lt;strong&gt;forget&lt;/strong&gt;.there are just so many life lessons.each and every one of us has &lt;strong&gt;different list&lt;/strong&gt;.but in the end,everyone just wants to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;b&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :) and that's all that really &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;matters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-3181596208314318326?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/3181596208314318326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=3181596208314318326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/3181596208314318326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/3181596208314318326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-8569327959840844749</id><published>2010-12-18T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T06:11:33.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haram.</title><content type='html'>kalau cerita pasal haram, banyak benda yang haram.tak payah la nk point out satu-satu salah orang lain.benda haram yang orang lain buat.duduk depan cermin tengok diri sendiri dulu.betulkan salah silap diri dulu.kalau rasa-rasa diri tu buruk, layak ke nak komen dan mengutuk orang lain yang buruk jugak?&lt;br /&gt;do you actually think that you're in a good position to look down and ridicule other poeple for their mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we are all humans.we all make mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we are all the same.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-8569327959840844749?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/8569327959840844749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=8569327959840844749' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/8569327959840844749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/8569327959840844749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2010/12/haram.html' title='haram.'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-1402035045630563849</id><published>2010-12-17T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T05:34:18.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>black is MY new black!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNKqRsCRK8M/TQtmG8Kn-4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/_jhyBakKYsg/s1600/Randomi%2B046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551643235080207234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNKqRsCRK8M/TQtmG8Kn-4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/_jhyBakKYsg/s320/Randomi%2B046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why I suddenly have this obsession over the colour black. I know I know, everyone loves black.but the thing is, I've never looked at black as 'my' colour. I mean yes it's elegant and all but I don't prefer black over any other colours. I've always wanted a 'different' look and I thought black was just ordinary.as my friends put it, I like to make statement with shoking colours.like my red cardigan, pink shoes etc. so I just realized that only NOW that I've actually appreciate the colour black.heh, lambat gila kan, yes I know. so I've been buying black skirt, black blouse, black scarf and I've been looking for a black handbag! what is wrong with me?I've gone mad! ok,I've always been mad anyway, but this is just crazy. semua nak pakai hitam kot. what is my problem?let me just answer myself, I have no idea.oh wth, I'm currently enjoying the colour and embracing my obsession!haha :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: oh and the picture is to prove how much I love black.haha.and tgh perasan.almaklumlah, tak dapat jadi model.so tak payah kutuk, let me just have my moment ok.thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-1402035045630563849?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/1402035045630563849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=1402035045630563849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/1402035045630563849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/1402035045630563849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2010/12/black-is-my-new-black.html' title='black is MY new black!'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNKqRsCRK8M/TQtmG8Kn-4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/_jhyBakKYsg/s72-c/Randomi%2B046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-3372366788062621608</id><published>2010-12-17T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T04:45:58.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Snowman</title><content type='html'>I had a strange dream. There was a girl and a guy, in a cold snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a girl under a bridge. I could tell that she was really mad and upset. She was screaming and crying to a guy in front of her. It seems like she's breaking up with him. He keeps on trying to calm her down. It seems to me  like he'll never give up on her. Patience was written all over him. But the girl never stopped crying. She looked all messed up and horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That went on for a really long time and I got really cold. Snow was falling even heavier now. It was as cold as the girl was. I got tired of following their drama and I turned around. That's when a saw a guy standing behind me. I didn't realize when he came but it seems like to me that he has been standing there the whole time. I told him I was cold, and that I was sleepy. He didn't utter a single word. We just laid down on the cold snow. I don't know why, I didn't feel so cold anymore. He puts his jacket on me and we faced each other. I could feel his warmth without a single touch. We were staring at each other. The fact that we didn't know each other wasn't even awkward at all. It was peaceful and calming. It's like we're travelling in each other's eyes, trying to find a place called home. I feel safe, after a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked back under the bridge, the couple was gone. And then I fell asleep. I woke up at a different place. I never knew what happend to the guy who accompanied me. I didn't even know his name. I thought about him every once in a whole now. I really want to get to know him. I call him, my Snowman. And it was a strange dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-3372366788062621608?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/3372366788062621608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=3372366788062621608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/3372366788062621608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/3372366788062621608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-snowman.html' title='My Snowman'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-8474472056593919088</id><published>2010-12-13T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T08:49:42.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>falling</title><content type='html'>this is me,swallowing my pride&lt;br /&gt;i let my self fall,again&lt;br /&gt;when i've sworn to myself it'll never happen again.&lt;br /&gt;and there you are,working your way in a crowded room&lt;br /&gt;staring at me,right through my heart&lt;br /&gt;i fell.&lt;br /&gt;run,catch me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-8474472056593919088?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/8474472056593919088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=8474472056593919088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/8474472056593919088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/8474472056593919088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2010/12/falling.html' title='falling'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-4646925880733872188</id><published>2010-12-12T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T08:07:57.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A box of plans.</title><content type='html'>And finally, I'm free!literally.free from law books and stress. :) this is so absolutely awesome.well I have to say it's a bit weird at first.going back home and realizing that I don't have to open any books and write notes or memorize cases.it feels, FREEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, finally, after a few months bought a what-I-think-is a good book my Paolo Coelho, Brida.started reading a few pages and I have a good feeling about the story.very awakening.i miss flipping pages of a book, reading every words with my soul and feeling a strange loneliness in a calm silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a box full of plans and dreams for this 3 weeks time I have for myself. I hope everything goes as planned.I'm putting a really high hopes on it.and I have a really good feeling about this.I hope I won't give up or back out.I need more adrenaline,I am a teen. I should drink more coffee.yeahhh,I don't know how,but somehow I just feel like coffee is my own personal spirit booster.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's pretty obvious that this entry is really really random. I swear I have so many things to say.But I guess I'm just too lazy to type.Twilight is distracting me,urgghhh.I suck at multitasking.I should go now.please pray that everything I planned work out perfectly.I really need it.and now I shall focus on Edward's beauty.byee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-4646925880733872188?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/4646925880733872188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=4646925880733872188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/4646925880733872188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/4646925880733872188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2010/12/box-of-plans.html' title='A box of plans.'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-7848931921937128140</id><published>2010-11-29T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T11:14:13.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a wild horse</title><content type='html'>I walk back home with every single tears shed&lt;br /&gt;walking forward and moving backwards again&lt;br /&gt;doesn't feel like I'm moving&lt;br /&gt;but never do I want to stay here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to runaway&lt;br /&gt;I want to run free&lt;br /&gt;like wild horses&lt;br /&gt;can you please let me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time bleeds me&lt;br /&gt;and the longer I feel&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how long it can hold&lt;br /&gt;the clock is ticking&lt;br /&gt;and every second counts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;is right at the other side of the door&lt;br /&gt;stop pulling me&lt;br /&gt;just let me find my key&lt;br /&gt;let me be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-7848931921937128140?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/7848931921937128140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=7848931921937128140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/7848931921937128140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/7848931921937128140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2010/11/wild-horse.html' title='a wild horse'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-2655460842728944012</id><published>2010-11-29T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T10:52:32.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so-called life</title><content type='html'>Crying yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;screaming in the dark&lt;br /&gt;let the wind blow your hair&lt;br /&gt;and staring outside the window.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-2655460842728944012?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/2655460842728944012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=2655460842728944012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/2655460842728944012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/2655460842728944012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-called-life.html' title='so-called life'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-5640587373905074517</id><published>2010-11-24T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T03:08:22.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is for you.</title><content type='html'>I don't even know where to start. I think I'm not really good with changes. Differences make me feel a little, hm, awkward and different. somehow the combination of these feelings make me feel sad. I saw it coming. long before. but when it finally comes, I'm still not ready. I thought I know what to expect. turned out, I'm not really good at seeing the future. or maybe I just don't know myself enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were all of it.&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF IT.&lt;br /&gt;you were the world to me. I forgot, the world isn't mine.it's not yours either.&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are.yes,you.we don't own the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-5640587373905074517?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/5640587373905074517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=5640587373905074517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/5640587373905074517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/5640587373905074517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-for-you.html' title='this is for you.'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-697175541032316843</id><published>2010-11-19T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T20:29:50.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hey, look!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You just blew your chance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What a loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh well, guess it will fly somewhere else.somewhere better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Good for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;GOODBYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you fool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Have a great life! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-697175541032316843?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/697175541032316843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=697175541032316843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/697175541032316843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/697175541032316843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2010/11/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye.'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-3750285336447549223</id><published>2010-11-18T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T05:53:34.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOING NUTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#663366" face="arial"&gt;I have issues.problem.dilemma.whatever you want to call it.I just can't study when I'm home! it's reeeally extreemely dissapointing.well,I'm not a nerd.I enjoy going to library,but not to stay there for the whole freaking day! I don't know why can't control my own mind.I mean, it's my OWN mind.and I can't even tell myself what to do?it seems to me like my surrounding determines what I'm suppose to do or what mood I should be in.not good.not good at all. I should be on the table right now struggling to memorize tonnes of cases.and yet here I am.in front of the tv,with laptop on my lap.ok seriously Siti Khadijah.this need to stop.you have your final exam next week.why are you here?what are you doing here?why are you still typing??!ok.I will go study.I swear I will.now,can you tell I have issues?ok fine,I'll go.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#663366" face="arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#663366" face="arial"&gt;bye.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#663366" face="arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#663366" face="arial"&gt;God help me!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#663366" face="arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#663366" face="arial"&gt;please.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#663366" face="arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#663366" face="arial"&gt;I don't want to fail my exam.no no.not even in the options.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#663366" face="arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#663366" face="arial"&gt;yes, I'm going.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#663366" face="arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#663366" face="arial"&gt;ok,this is a serious goodbye.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#663366" face="arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#663366" face="arial"&gt;...............&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#663366" face="arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-3750285336447549223?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/3750285336447549223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=3750285336447549223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/3750285336447549223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/3750285336447549223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2010/11/going-nuts.html' title='GOING NUTS'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-8950800323392042453</id><published>2010-11-15T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T08:34:11.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNKqRsCRK8M/TOFfogAoTMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lhEhu_hX-Jo/s1600/TaylorSwiftTS2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539814166034402498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNKqRsCRK8M/TOFfogAoTMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lhEhu_hX-Jo/s320/TaylorSwiftTS2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't stop myself from clicking the replay button to Taylor Swift's Mine video clip. It's really awesome, I swear. Because let's be real, at the end of the day, regardless whatever happens or whatever we've achieved, we just want that special someone to be our home where we go back to. and for them to be there every single day. we just want to be happy. I think that's why I've been such a huge fan of Taylor. she writes about true life stories. she made all the simple things beautiful. that's why girls can really relate to her songs, including me. :) seriously,not just some of her songs,all of it! there's a story behind all the lines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let's just be frank, all of us,girls especially,want to be the girl in the video.meeting a guy in the most unexpected way and time, and looking at him and just know that our whole life is right there standing in front of us.I know it may sound a bit,crappy i shall say,but it's true.well,at least to me.or maybe I just watched too much drama.whatever it is,the thing I'm trying to point out here is that, we just want to be happy. that simple. we want to have a house, the person who loves us unconditionally and build a family with him. everything else will falls into place eventually. after all, we're all created in pairs and it's a duty to have a family isn't it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh yes,sometimes I do feel like giving up on everything and just wanted to get married and have kids yadayadayada,you know. I feel like that's my life's purpose,and nothing else really matters. but,reality check,I still do have other duties to fulfill.my time will come, I know.scary much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, if you're a girl, you should really check out the video.and if you're a guy, you should check it out too, if you really care about whatever i just mumbled about. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;p.s: I'm getting Taylor's new CD tomorrow! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-8950800323392042453?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/8950800323392042453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNKqRsCRK8M/TOFfogAoTMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lhEhu_hX-Jo/s72-c/TaylorSwiftTS2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-7412414078823138117</id><published>2010-11-13T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T06:45:12.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we are all</title><content type='html'>we are all writers&lt;br /&gt;we think&lt;br /&gt;we make decisions&lt;br /&gt;and we write&lt;br /&gt;life is our story&lt;br /&gt;every second counts&lt;br /&gt;every letter matters&lt;br /&gt;so, if it's a horrible story&lt;br /&gt;blame the writer ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-7412414078823138117?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/7412414078823138117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=7412414078823138117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/7412414078823138117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/7412414078823138117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-are-all.html' title='we are all'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-2432662448518190211</id><published>2010-11-11T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T03:30:08.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;can I just stop by and say Hello?or maybe Goodbye?I just want you to look at me,even for a split second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;you're the most interesting creature I've ever met,period.are you even human?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I have that magnetic force towards you.it's not that I've never felt that before,but you're just so different.so much more that meets the eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;do you notice me?have you even looked at me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"stupid,period."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-2432662448518190211?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/2432662448518190211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=2432662448518190211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/2432662448518190211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/2432662448518190211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2010/11/some-thoughts.html' title='some thoughts.'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-7296801434935485579</id><published>2010-11-10T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T03:06:04.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to My First Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNKqRsCRK8M/TNp6xfg2e4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LJ1VmvSzU6Y/s1600/red%2Bdaisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537873682496912258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNKqRsCRK8M/TNp6xfg2e4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LJ1VmvSzU6Y/s320/red%2Bdaisy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can flowers really make you cry? can it make me cry? oh I remember the first time I planted a flower.it was a red daisy, my favourite. I wrote a poem on red daisies back when I was 12.yeaaaahh, I know.wth.haha.anyway,the first time I saw it, I was at my grandparents' house in Muar.it was love at first sight.I loved it right away.still love it now.so I went to Tok Wan and said; "Tok Wan, Siti nak bunga tu boleh tak?nak tanam lah kat rumah.boleh hidup tak?cantik."well,something like that.mind me, I have short term memory loss.and of course Tok Wan gave me the flower.so when I reached home, I planted it on the tiny little garden we had that now become a parking space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fed it with love and affection.haha ok I only watered it.and I had hopes and dreams that our garden will one day be filled with my red daisies.and how pretty it will look.and I will take care of it as if they're my babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't know, I was just so busy with life and whatnot, I totally forgot about my flower!the next time I check, it was gone.dead and gone.yeah can you tell how long I was busy.I never planted anything after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s: I've never gotten a flower by anyone my whole life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-7296801434935485579?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/7296801434935485579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=7296801434935485579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/7296801434935485579'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-4205041377398220736</id><published>2010-11-09T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T03:33:01.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I look at the art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it looks sad,but with so much hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wants me to try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I tried,feeling sympathy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I went through all the colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;drown in all the different shapes and directions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At times I feel splashes of joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;at different times I cried of sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I knew what I felt the first time was true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I can go much deeper than this",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"the depth isn't enough for me".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I distant myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it looks sad,the colours darken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;as I feel the soul broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm a free-spirited self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but the art strangled me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It is without doubt beautiful, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but not meant for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-4205041377398220736?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/4205041377398220736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=4205041377398220736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/4205041377398220736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/4205041377398220736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2010/11/art.html' title='the Art'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-3331830443141790275</id><published>2010-11-05T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:18:26.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shooting Star :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hey, we went out and you shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I love staring at your beautiful eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Your laugh fills my entire day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sometimes you act like a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But never it lessen anything about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're so full and beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;You drove me around the city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Paid the food for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It was a real short and sweet moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're like the shooting star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We meet,rarely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But I miss you,always :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-3331830443141790275?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/3331830443141790275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=3331830443141790275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/3331830443141790275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/3331830443141790275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2010/11/shooting-star.html' title='A Shooting Star :)'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-7639123765314548393</id><published>2010-11-04T04:15:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T04:51:33.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do I go from here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was in denial. I complain and I hate. Life, these past few months was so astonishingly sad and depressing for me. I rebel, and I cry, and I point my finger to what I thought was the reason for all this. I blame everything around me for making me feel like this and making me go through this life that I've never wanted to become a part of. I blame my surrounding for giving me such a negative aura, I blame my parents for making me do whatever that I was doing now, and I blame my friends for making it more difficult for me. But I never blame myself. I never looked at myself and try to find the reason in me. I was so mad and sad that i forgot. I forgot about the other four fingers that was pointing at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I thought that this wasn't what I was born to do. This was never me and it's just what people want me to be. But then again, if it was true, how did I survive my foundation year? And if I really suck at this, how on earth did I manage go get (what to me is) a really good pointer on my final exam during my foundation year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes, and then I found the answer. I was afraid. I was just afraid. I'm afraid of failing and not being able to face it. I don't think that I would ever accept failure. All these while, I'm used to achieving my targets, and here, I feel intimidated and I was afraid. I was living in fear. It's like I could feel it coming, and I keep on running and running and when it hits me, i fall. And i bleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It was all in me, all the reasons and answers. But i keep on blaming everything else and unconciously making it more difficult for me. I didn't want a challenge. I just wanted to be happy. But, how do I grow if I don't take the challenge right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Life will not always go my way, as much as I wish it will. But, I'm trying to embrace it and make the best out of it. I'm not anymore in my comfort zone. I'm in a phase where I have to push myself in order to survive. I can't anymore forsee if I'll excel, suceed or fail. But right now what I can do is just to gather all my courage and strength and face it. Face life. I'm done running. Yes, I did fall and bleed. But now I have an option to stand back up again and face it or I can keep myself bleeding for God knows how long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-7639123765314548393?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/7639123765314548393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=7639123765314548393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/7639123765314548393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/7639123765314548393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2010/11/where-do-i-go-from-here.html' title='Where do I go from here?'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-7300094958569122261</id><published>2010-10-31T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T05:04:38.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You were</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Look at those skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;They're screaming your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I'll race you to the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Drown myself more into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;The speed isn't closing me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I'd breathe your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Fade into those glances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;The broken clouds open a little space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;For you to shine in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-7300094958569122261?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/7300094958569122261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=7300094958569122261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/7300094958569122261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/7300094958569122261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-were.html' title='You were'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-5232675596991281997</id><published>2010-10-24T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T09:25:12.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If what I'm doing right now isn't what i wanted to, and never was my dream, then tell me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;what should be my reason to keep myself &lt;strong&gt;moving forward&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-5232675596991281997?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/5232675596991281997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=5232675596991281997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/5232675596991281997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/5232675596991281997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-6310883481187905116</id><published>2010-10-19T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T17:56:22.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hnw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello normal wednesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;i've been missing you :)&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/6250593714482581500-6310883481187905116?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/6310883481187905116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=6310883481187905116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/6310883481187905116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/6310883481187905116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2010/10/hnw.html' title='hnw'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-3083975120832617864</id><published>2010-09-18T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T21:20:44.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it hits,</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I'm here, what I'm doing here. I don't even know this place. It's a stranger. A strange place. So foreign to me. I don't want to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for a place I've never been given the chance to be in. I miss it. I miss me. It's all falling apart. I'm losing myself with every second i spend here. It's eating me out. This passion I have, I don't even know where it is anymore. It's been buried so deep inside, covered with all the pain, I hardly feel it anymore. Yes, I swear it's killing me. It's all wrong. All wrong. Mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you what it really is.&lt;br /&gt;I can only tell you what it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;I only know how painful it makes me feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please give me strength to pull it together. I don't want to fall apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-3083975120832617864?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/3083975120832617864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=3083975120832617864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/3083975120832617864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/3083975120832617864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-it-hits.html' title='When it hits,'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-2424031272323611072</id><published>2010-08-28T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T07:26:42.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suprises!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Yesterday was an absolute fun!hehe.terharu gila dyana, nadia, kireen, qis, shahrul, syazwan and rizlan buat suprise.first time kot :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mula2 mlm tu dyana n nad, roomates tersyg nyanyi kan birthday song tepat 12am.then that was it. esk nya ada tutorial n lecture law soc. lps tu sume dyana n nad duk bising2 nak blk. sedih gilaaaaa :( to make things worse, i have to call a list of firms for the LCC. birthday kene buat keje. sedih!then tiba2 kireen kesian then offerkan diri nk teman buka sama2.so plan nk pergi OU. ajak dyana n nad tp dua2 mcm mls nk lyn je. ok then dh pukul 4.30 pm nk pergi OU tiba2 kereta kene clampppppp!!!!TERBAIKKKKKKKKK!!!the best birthday present everrrrr! so not funny ok!!grrrrrrr marah gila! last2 we decided to take a cab sbb kireen dgn semangat waja nya nk pergi jgk keluar! dia nk pergi curve pulak sbb xpernah pergi sana. ok so ikut je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smpai2 sana beli tshirt F.O.S atas hasutan kireen.hehe tp comel so xpe :) then dh nk buka puasa minah tu xdecide lagi nk buka kat mana!boleh x??perut dh lapar gila dh niiii!! last2 gi mcd je. then tiba2 kireen xnk mcd so she bought the meal utk aku sorg je.dia xda. -___________-" aduhh minah ni.dia kata td nmpk ada kedai mkn mcm best je nk mkn sana.so angkut jela mcd tu bwk gi kedai dia tu. then smpai2 je the Garden tu nmpk nadia.then tiba2 dlm otak "eh nadia?apa dia buat kt sini?" hahaha.then nmpk rizlan pulak.pastu br nmpk semua org. hahahaha diorg kenekn aku rupanya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastu diorg nyanyi birthday song lagi. dpt cupcakes yg sgt cute!awwwhh.and nad dgn sgt sweet nye take note aku pny status kt fb mlm tu that says "19 candles 19 wishes?". and guess what?i got my 19 candles!!yeayyyyyy!! :D and then makan2, amek gmbr, bual2, lawak bdoh sume as usual.hehe.u guys are the best!love you too peeps!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then bila dh blk tu tgh lepak2 kt bilik tiba2 faeqah call.tny kt mana.then aku ckp kt bilik.pastu aku tny dia lupa ke birthday aku hrni.sedih gila xwish2 pown lg!then dia mcm terkejut gila.lupa :( hm xpe lah.at least td dh celebrate. then almost midnight tgh elok2 dgr lagu tiba2 org ketuk pintu bilik dgn sgt kuatnya.SGT KUAT OK! nk gugur jantung!! dlm hati "ni mesti psl clamp td tu.hishhh nk apa lg". then bkk pintu faeqah, sha n aida pgg cake smbil nyanyi birthday song.awwwwhhhh sweet gilaaaaa :) sumpah terkejut. then ajak diorg masuk bual2 kejap, mkn cake then diorg blk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all and all it was a freaking awesome birthday! a great way to celebrate the last year as a teenager. is there such thing?hehe apa2 lah.yg penting kwn2 suma sgt2 sweet. sayang korg lah! &lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:pics will be uploaded later on.and the 19wishes list will also be posted when i'm done listing it down. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-2424031272323611072?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/2424031272323611072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=2424031272323611072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/2424031272323611072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/2424031272323611072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2010/08/suprises.html' title='Suprises!'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-2940266099919396076</id><published>2010-08-26T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T08:39:43.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll Be A Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;At times in life, I feel like poeple will just walk beside me when they need me. And when there's a moment in time when I need them to really be there for me, they'll make themselves invisible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I don't want to have to say this but it's true. I wish it's not. I guess that's life huh. That's how people are, and how they'll always be. There's absolutely nothing I can change about it. And there's no point of even trying to. But I definately can change myself. I don't have to make everyone feel happy. Especially when they doesn't make me feel the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-2940266099919396076?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/2940266099919396076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=2940266099919396076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/2940266099919396076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/2940266099919396076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2010/08/well-be-dream.html' title='We&apos;ll Be A Dream'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-8424333637899393234</id><published>2010-08-13T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T06:39:57.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today's the third day of puasa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;buka puasa with nadia farihahaha just now at mamak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sedap ouhh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyway, puasa this time around is a lot harder since i'm fatter now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i constantly need food to complete me and since it's the fasting month, i feel incomplete the whole day until it's maghrib.then i'll be the happiest kid on earth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heh i know i shouldn't be saying that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hikmah bulan puasa adalah untuk tahan nafsu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok ok, tgh belajar nk tahan niiiii.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hm.hopefully bulan ramadhan ni dapat keberkatan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harap dipermudahkan segala urusan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lately ni rasa macam everything is so hard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;selalu rasa down and sad and hopeless.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bukan nak merungut but it's the truth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sedih sangat rasa macam ni.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to be enthusiastic and happy and excited and all of those things i used to feel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i could hardly recall the last time i feel so happy and excited.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's probably during my school years.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah i know.sad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's so dissapointing that i'm turning into this, stranger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel so disconnected from my surrounding.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't feel excited or curious to get to know people or what's going on around me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'd be more comfortable alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;though it makes me sad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i really really hope i can go through all this and not lose myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just want to be happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hopefully this month could bring me at least a little joy and strength.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-8424333637899393234?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/8424333637899393234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=8424333637899393234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/8424333637899393234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/8424333637899393234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadhan.html' title='Ramadhan'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-125834686732398508</id><published>2010-07-30T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T09:58:16.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;alright.so,this is my fourth week here.&lt;br /&gt;it's been really hectic and tiring.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i don't get enough sleep,which doesn't happen often to me.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have to get myself use to this because everyone's been saying that this is how it's going to be like in the next four years of my existance here.if i don't have to extend my studies,but that will be another story.&lt;br /&gt;hm ok.i really hope i can get through all of this.seriously,it's getting really scary.&lt;br /&gt;i really want to enjoy my time here.i want to make full use of it.&lt;br /&gt;there's been a lot of incidents that could possibly break all my my strength and spirit but i'm really trying to be strong and take it as a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;it's not that easy and sometimes i feel like quitting would be easier and less painful.but then it would just be a waste.and i really want to get myself to another level.something like improving myself.moving forward.so i guess i have to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can go through all this.i really want to prove that i can do it.&lt;br /&gt;ya Allah,permudahkanlah urusanku.amin.&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/6250593714482581500-125834686732398508?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/125834686732398508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=125834686732398508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/125834686732398508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/125834686732398508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-place.html' title='new place.'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-7795129022398205982</id><published>2010-06-30T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:37:55.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Educational Trip!</title><content type='html'>at last, i'm proud to call myself a true Johorean!hahaha.ok over.but like seriously,i'm proud of myself.muzium negeri lain pernah pergi tp negeri sendiri xpernah pulk.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well not anymore sebab two days back i went there with Afiqah and Zyra.it was great!i have always loved going to historical places.so pergi istana Johor tu was definately a time well spent to me! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was b e a u t i f u l! really.it's not like what i imagined it will look like,it was better!interior dia warna kuning and baby blue.i know it sounds weird but you should see it by yourself because it's not something i could describe.selalu kan istana warna kuning je tp istana Johor tu ada warna biru,memang unik gila.but in a good way of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite part of the istana was the view of the Dewan Santapan from a level higher.besar ok dewan tu.mcm dewan makan dekat movie Harry Potter tu.haha.masa mula2 tgk tu mmg caught in the moment la.rasa mcm, OMG this is amazing.this place is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so we were not allowed to take pictures inside the museum, of course.but we did take picture outside of it.hehe.so here's some of my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNKqRsCRK8M/TCwMcQkOhCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/awpcSZQbQDY/s1600/Muzium+Johor+246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNKqRsCRK8M/TCwMcQkOhCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/awpcSZQbQDY/s320/Muzium+Johor+246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488775725480576034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNKqRsCRK8M/TCwMb6UxbcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yOEK169TULI/s1600/Muzium+Johor+188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNKqRsCRK8M/TCwMb6UxbcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yOEK169TULI/s320/Muzium+Johor+188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488775719510175170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNKqRsCRK8M/TCwMbbZxbPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/z5awNj7d8_I/s1600/Muzium+Johor+160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNKqRsCRK8M/TCwMbbZxbPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/z5awNj7d8_I/s320/Muzium+Johor+160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488775711209647346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it took me over 18years to visit the place.but as they say, it's never too late.hehe ;) i was definately mesmerized by the beauty of it. maybe orang lain rasa macam biasa2 je but the thing about me is that i have always loved everything that comes from the past.well,almost everything.the stories, books, places, clothes, language, photographs.it gets me.i know,weirddddd.i'm trying to figure out why.but that will be a whole other story.hehe.alright,until then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;SK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-7795129022398205982?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/7795129022398205982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=7795129022398205982' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/7795129022398205982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/7795129022398205982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2010/06/educational-trip.html' title='Educational Trip!'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNKqRsCRK8M/TCwMcQkOhCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/awpcSZQbQDY/s72-c/Muzium+Johor+246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-3322366083864268541</id><published>2010-06-25T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T08:42:59.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So, i have been away.for over a year.hehe&lt;br /&gt;have been busy with life and such.&lt;br /&gt;and then just now,out of the blue, i felt like reading my blog that i have totally forgotton the content of and suddenly felt the rush of wanting to write again.&lt;br /&gt;oh how i missed writing so much!&lt;br /&gt;and as the title says, I'm back bebeh!&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully now i can write consistenly and not be away for that length of time again.&lt;br /&gt;i'll try. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-3322366083864268541?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/3322366083864268541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=3322366083864268541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/3322366083864268541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/3322366083864268541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-2794662457298320339</id><published>2009-04-28T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:37:16.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Silver Shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like a silver shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;flying across the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;amazes the eyes that are looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but all the sudden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;left the dark room empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;again,gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;time and differences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it has taken over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;captivate the feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to hide from that pair of eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that used to bring so much joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kills inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wanting to scream,hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;time still exists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's all it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if I could embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and gives an ounce of comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but hate is starting to fill up that heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't lie,i could see it clearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the depth of regret,unevitable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall not blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if I could say a line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to make it all clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but I know it's never enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it is all gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the silver shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-2794662457298320339?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/2794662457298320339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=2794662457298320339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/2794662457298320339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/2794662457298320339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2009/04/silver-shadow.html' title='Silver Shadow'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-6163779651798185426</id><published>2009-03-30T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T06:37:22.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>There's so much more than meets the eye</title><content type='html'>first of all,human being is a complex organism.i don't think anyone is very much straight forward.you never know what people could do.sometimes, we think we're too good,we tend to look down at other people and when they did something beyond our standard we put them to,they caught us by suprise.we can't deny this fact.which happens to me all the time.i can tell you the whole story,ah tp menyakitkan hati shj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think everyone is unpredictable.the way our mind and other people's mind think is very much different.we might know their behaviour or habit, but we could not predict everything they will do because their decisions and view on certain things differ from us as they are in a different situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when poeple look at others,they tend to label them or hate them immediately.it's not fair.you don't know who they are.just because they don't dress,talk,or behave they way you do doesn't mean they're not nice.get to know them.have a decent conversation with them.no,you won't be able to know that person 100% that way,but at least you'll know a thing or two.better than nothing aite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats basically what i want to say.everyone is so much more than meets the eye.don't judge a book by it's cover peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-6163779651798185426?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/6163779651798185426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=6163779651798185426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/6163779651798185426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/6163779651798185426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2009/03/theres-so-much-more-than-meets-eye.html' title='There&apos;s so much more than meets the eye'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-2268126208476569880</id><published>2009-03-19T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:18:24.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;baiklah kanak2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ni aku nk nasihat something eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;korg xpyh la benci kesalahan yg org lain buat sgt2 eh smpai nk kutuk2 gile pny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sebab last2 nanti kan korg pulak akan buat bende yg same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;time tu org lain pulak akan kutuk korg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;itulah kuasa karma iye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;what goes around comes around bebeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;kalau iye pown benci kn,nasihat je la baik2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;kalau die xnk dgr ckp,lantak die ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;korg pown xperfect kn.ada buat slh jgk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;biase la manusia kn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jgn la nk buat tunjuk perasaan pulak smpai nk perli2 sume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ish xbaik tau.nanti korg kene blk.betul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tau tau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;haha saje je.tetibe tgk kwn aku lalui bende ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;then dlm hati aku ckp la,kan tu lah kau dulu bukan main lagi kutuk2 *****,sekarang kau pown buat bende yg same,malu x?hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tapi aku tgk die cm xmalu je.aku yg dgr die cite pulak yg malu.terus tersentak dowh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;nk ckp pown xterkeluar dr mulut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pny la terkejut.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;xsangka gitu.dulu bkn main kutuk org kn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;aku bkn lah nk mengaibkan sesiape tp pengajaran bersame eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sesiape yg terasa,sorry la.xda niat pown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;aku pown xperfect jgk.saje je nk share kt sape2 yg sudi bace. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-2268126208476569880?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/2268126208476569880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=2268126208476569880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/2268126208476569880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/2268126208476569880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2009/03/karma.html' title='karma'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-1951275468482378008</id><published>2009-02-27T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T05:49:16.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ok.so literally i'm 18 this year.well on the 27th august to be exact.i dont why,i feel like i'm old.18?dammit.haha.i know its a bit crazy,but yeah i feel like i'm old.god, i have self issues going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my friends said we're 18 and we're going to college or whatever,i feel like i'm gona &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;blow up&lt;/span&gt;.cant stand the fact that people are saying i'm 18 already.i feel like everything is going too fast.its pretty pathetic,i know.i dont know why i feel that way.maybe because i enjoyed my life more when i was 15,i guess.yeah i know,pathetic.move on already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it scares me a little.ok, a lot i have to say.i'm gona further my study soon.doing everything on my own.learn to be independent yadayadayada.all that thing,u know.i bet everybody felt that way before right.at least i'm normal.lol.and new friends.hah!i can be really pathetic during first encounters.not sure if anyone wants to be my friend.it will take time i guess.ryte.like i can handle time.*sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i feel all that,knowing the fact that i'm going somewhere soon gives me a boost of excitement.i can't lie.it's like a new chapter.another journey.feels like i can invent myself again.ok,i should stop this.i'm losing my sanity!damn.haha.i have to fix myself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-1951275468482378008?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/1951275468482378008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=1951275468482378008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/1951275468482378008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/1951275468482378008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2009/02/insanity.html' title='Insanity'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-2707162614100676100</id><published>2009-02-22T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T05:54:12.691-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i look around and try to figure them out.they way they think and see things.somestimes it amuses me,really.how a teenager could actually have a mind of an 8 years old,or maybe worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;for instance, they barely know me and never had a decent conversation with me, yet they hate me?yeah, wth right.how can you hate someone you don't even know?i don't get and never will get them.how i deal with them?i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;some people are smart when it comes to school.but when it comes to real life,they fail,badly.letting other people take advantage of your weakness and strength is just unacceptable.you know you deserve better,yet you still hold on to the one that bleeds you.why?love.is love really that easy?giving it all away to those that hurt you over and over again?get over it and move on.yes its hard.but then again,what is easy to be done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;fame.really,what is it?what about it that make teens these days are willing to do anything and everything for it?showing off skin,flattering your curves,being around those so-called-famous-people,following the trends.is that really you?what happend to friendship, personality and individual interest?doesn't people value that anymore now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;and then there are people that actually think they're smart,matured and have gone through a lot that it makes them think that they have the right to judge other poeple's lives.saying things like, 'u pernah ke basuh baju?tak gune washing machine', 'i rase die takkan boleh punya masak sendiri,or cuci jamban.die tu manja sgt', 'kau boleh mintak ape2 je yg kau nak kt parents kau.aku xboleh', 'kau xrase semua kesusahan aku time kat hostel' etc etc etc.oh please,people have different ways of learning things.poeple have different journey.maybe not as great as yours,but we will go through it eventually.and if you think 'poeple like me'[if you could understand], never gone through hard times or never felt sad, you're absolutely wrong.you only see what we choose to show.stop acting like you know everything about us, because you don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;people refusing to hear other people's point of view, unable to accept other people's ideas and always think they know best.i call them narrow minded people.they're quite a challenge to deal with.they never listen.they just talk.they're not as flexible and it's pretty ironic.i had a few arguments with this kind of people.frustrating?yes.productive?no.but then again, how can you expect them to understand you?you're the one who should understand them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;as much as those kind of people pisses me off,i try not to let them ruin my beautiful life or dominate my mind.and thanks to them, they made me become a much stronger and wiser young lady. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&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/6250593714482581500-2707162614100676100?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/2707162614100676100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=2707162614100676100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/2707162614100676100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/2707162614100676100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2009/02/people.html' title='People'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-1693638450127816796</id><published>2009-01-28T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:30:25.496-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this extraordinary land&lt;br /&gt;when did you take me?&lt;br /&gt;i barely remember&lt;br /&gt;the exact moment&lt;br /&gt;i just follow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i'm awake&lt;br /&gt;i'm with you&lt;br /&gt;when i close my eyelids&lt;br /&gt;i see you&lt;br /&gt;inseparable&lt;br /&gt;am i going insane over this?&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could explain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you held me&lt;br /&gt;you know you have me&lt;br /&gt;i walk with you&lt;br /&gt;see so much of you in me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am a mess&lt;br /&gt;but you love me so beautifully&lt;br /&gt;so very exact&lt;br /&gt;deep within&lt;br /&gt;i never knew anyone could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i glance at you&lt;br /&gt;i know this place&lt;br /&gt;paradise&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/6250593714482581500-1693638450127816796?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/1693638450127816796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=1693638450127816796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/1693638450127816796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/1693638450127816796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2009/01/paradise.html' title='Paradise'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-1933769268683002801</id><published>2008-12-30T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T07:03:22.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>group writing part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;fadzlee and i were group writing again.he said not to write bout love.so we came up with this.i thought that it's pretty cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-FadZlEe- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;dust filled the air..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pikkaboo says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and let me eat it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pikkaboo says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel it grow inside of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pikkaboo says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;crawls beneath my skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pikkaboo says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to fill these empty spaces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-FadZlEe- says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fills the night with glee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pikkaboo says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing through time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-FadZlEe- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;glancing at the future..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pikkaboo says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to taste the reality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pikkaboo says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that captivates the present&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-FadZlEe- says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i close my eyes..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pikkaboo says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the nightmare begins&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/6250593714482581500-1933769268683002801?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/1933769268683002801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=1933769268683002801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/1933769268683002801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/1933769268683002801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2008/12/group-writing-part-2.html' title='group writing part 2'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-6745663508977978719</id><published>2008-12-23T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T06:06:19.673-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>group writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is my fav writing ever.its so cool.we were group chatting on the msn and figured out to write something together.so much fun!i just love them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;qaqa:faeqa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fadzlee:fadzlee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pikkaboo:siti khadijah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;qaqa says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are sparkles in your eyes that only i see;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pikkaboo says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it penetrates within me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-FadZlEe- says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lights my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;qaqa says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss your warmth embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pikkaboo says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that hold me together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-FadZlEe- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;graces me pass life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;qaqa says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i utter your name each second of each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pikkaboo says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i wonder why u can be everything else but this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-FadZlEe- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;it;s killin me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;qaqa says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my heart you take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pikkaboo says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant go on another day like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-FadZlEe- says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinkin u could be the one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-6745663508977978719?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/6745663508977978719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=6745663508977978719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/6745663508977978719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/6745663508977978719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/2008/12/group-writing.html' title='group writing'/><author><name>Siti Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-1909223388699584902</id><published>2008-10-20T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T01:03:00.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>A Beautiful Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;have you ever felt something so close to you&lt;br /&gt;you could reach it in a blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;yet you kept it all inside&lt;br /&gt;let it captivate and take over you&lt;br /&gt;there's some sort of joy with the chase&lt;br /&gt;the laughter you can't seem to hold inside&lt;br /&gt;the one you'll cherish all your life&lt;br /&gt;it may take you into another world&lt;br /&gt;far beyond your imagination&lt;br /&gt;you'll feel like it's heaven on earth&lt;br /&gt;there's no need to dream&lt;br /&gt;because dream suddenly became reality&lt;br /&gt;but when you try to reach it&lt;br /&gt;its just a lie&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful lie&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/6250593714482581500-1909223388699584902?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/1909223388699584902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=1909223388699584902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/1909223388699584902'/><link rel='self' 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ms;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;once upon a time has all gone by&lt;br /&gt;red rose's petals turn to black&lt;br /&gt;my heart spills everything out&lt;br /&gt;and swallowing everything in&lt;br /&gt;stand there and please just try&lt;br /&gt;chances are everywhere&lt;br /&gt;fate has written everything for us&lt;br /&gt;i just couldn't see where it is bringing me&lt;br /&gt;dont look away&lt;br /&gt;please dont,i beg u&lt;br /&gt;look at me,once again&lt;br /&gt;please,just take another glance&lt;br /&gt;i want u to know&lt;br /&gt;what is there to see&lt;br /&gt;from the ground of the earth&lt;br /&gt;u made me fly away&lt;br /&gt;we both fell to the stars&lt;br /&gt;have u forgotten?&lt;br /&gt;how does it felt like?&lt;br /&gt;dont throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;dont break me to pieces&lt;br /&gt;all u need is just a reason&lt;br /&gt;all u need is another glance&lt;br /&gt;i know u're pretending&lt;br /&gt;holding it in&lt;br /&gt;dont leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903201440281448624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCX9H5cTvZU/TmZNksud_HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-Zm2SYhtD0/s220/tumblr_lqycd9qfqq1qep40ko1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250593714482581500.post-515513012963989458</id><published>2008-09-28T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:11:08.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;crawls underneath everyone's heart&lt;br /&gt;the desire to find love&lt;br /&gt;some says it kills you from inside&lt;br /&gt;and that it hurts so bad you could not feel anything&lt;br /&gt;regardless all that&lt;br /&gt;everyone wait for it,still&lt;br /&gt;even if its impossible to reach&lt;br /&gt;perhaps because of love itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;i found it in you&lt;br /&gt;in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;even just the way way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;how we travel through each other's eyes, depths inside&lt;br /&gt;we tell eveything that words cant&lt;br /&gt;you touched my soul&lt;br /&gt;and because of that&lt;br /&gt;my heart always finds it way to yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;when i feel like i'm broken to pieces&lt;br /&gt;i dive in you and i feel so content&lt;br /&gt;i'm whole again&lt;br /&gt;because you complete me&lt;br /&gt;not just as a lover, but as a person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;nothing will do it just&lt;br /&gt;not papers,words or music&lt;br /&gt;what you heard or thought doesn't matter at all&lt;br /&gt;because its only a feeling&lt;br /&gt;just felt&lt;br /&gt;but so much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250593714482581500-515513012963989458?l=oceanspells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oceanspells.blogspot.com/feeds/515513012963989458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250593714482581500&amp;postID=515513012963989458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/515513012963989458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250593714482581500/posts/default/515513012963989458'/><link 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